THE TREE OF HOPE
Days are going without an aim
The journey has come to a stop
Dark clouds have surrounded me
Feet have bent before the thunder
But I hear a whisper in the air
Like a ray in a dense forest
Like rain in a desert
Like a breeze in the summer
I went to search its origin
In desert and forest
In mountains and valleys
In the Centre, I found a tree
Filled with light
With evergreen leaves
Like beauty in darkness
Like the colors after the rain
I wanted it to stay with me
Suddenly my dream broke
Surprisingly I woke up
And looked at the mirror
And what do I find?
The tree was within everyone
Whose breeze was the whisper
Giving hope of a new world
A hope for a better tomorrow
A promise to be happy again
Asking to make a way through the forest
Asking to hope for a flower in the desert
Asking to wait for the sun to rise
Asking to be happy to be counted
Among the lives.
THE TREE OF HOPE