What lies beneath our thoughts!

Waiting for that day,

Making it believe that way,

Like it might have been longer Autumn,

Last of leaves might have fallen,

Storms of winters may be taking away new buds,

Making it their habit to Repeat their wrath,

Even after that trees are still standing tall,

Roots are Holding the ground tight,

Sooner or later storms have to give up,

And give way for spring to come up,

And let those buds to bloom,

Hoping it the way it is used to goes on,

Nature has its way to tell us to hold on,

Hope and believe strengthen our faith,

Sooner or later it happens ,no matter what it takes,,

©Sanjay Ranout