Who pulls the millstone day after day, without a word of complaint?
Who, under the sun and wind, stands firm on the ground, yet never leaves their post?
Who does not seek recognition or claim credit, but only grinds out that stream of golden water?
This water nourishes whom?
Is it the little animals by the river that drink joyfully?
Is it the wildly growing trees and fruiting branches in the forest?
Or is it every seemingly insignificant life in the entire ecosystem?
This donkey,
Has no dazzling horns,
No lofty demeanor,
Yet bears the heaviest grind,
Pushing the largest wheel.
It has never claimed to be a hero.
But without it, where would the golden water come from?
Where would all the beasts drink?
How could the forest thrive?
So—
Who do you think is this donkey?
#DONKEY
