Even the driest tree
Bears flowers in spring
The most wonderful colours
Are concealed in a prism ring

Even the dead and dry
Can absorb moisture
Even the desert flower can
Bear leaves if well nurtured

Even the smallest creatures
Can sing the sweetest songs
You may find your angel in friend
Without having to search the throngs

Even when fate seems
To be breaking you down
Tune seems to be in rage
Never give up because
There's always a better day to envisage.

Srishti Sehgal