What is there to complain about? by Sarvessh Senthamarai Kannan
Each creature has its gifts, no doubt.
Animals are built to survive,
With traits that help them stay alive.
Yet every strength has limits too,
Working only when conditions suit.
To truly change, to shift your way,
Takes generations, day by day.
But humans hold a different power—
Our minds can solve within an hour.
In less than time it takes to grow,
We shape new paths and learn to know.
Still, we forget what nature gives,
The simple ways the world still lives.
A blazing day, no cooling air?
Just find a tree—there’s comfort there.
All things carry loss and gain,
A mix of sunshine, joy, and pain.
It’s this balance, strange yet true,
That makes each being something new.
If oceans wished the sky were low,
The forests would have no place to grow.
If the Moon burned bright like the Sun,
The Earth would end—its days undone.
So nature speaks in quiet gifts:
Be glad for what your life uplifts.
For what you have, though small it seems,
May shape another’s hopes and dreams.