In this midnight hour of panic,
Near a nostalgic site volcanic,
I stand next to this leafless tree,
Which has been running long on an autumn spree,
This tree whose seed I sowed in zeal,
A choice I was too eager to reveal,
Everything was good, but then this sudden upheaval,
The future had with it Reality to unveil
But what is future? Isn't it just a reflection?
Correct or Incorrect? Isn't it the matter of selection?
Because no one ever called upon themselves the storms,
But still they were chased in all different forms,
So this sapling which was young, got to know early what struggle is,
And it knew how to hold its ground and still stood strong in the debris
Damages are relative, and that's the tautology of life.
However long you run, still you have to face the strife.
Most of these storms are connected deeply.
The hill from here goes up very steeply.
If one slow's down, they may topple and fall,
If they go fast, they'll surely ruin it all.
While climbing up this hill, the sapling grew strong
Fighting the erosion of time, it defeated all the wrong.
Survival is something that's not invoked, it kicks in.
If you fall down you, stand back up with an urge from within.
The way the soul works is pretty simple.
The mind just makes a move to create a ripple.
A wave it creates which provokes you to fight.
A wave that calms you down at the same time to hold on tight
In this delicate overlap of these impulses,
You'd find the rhythm of your pulses.
Its not the always the sounds, but the silence that matters.
Because a dream acts really quiet when it shatters.
To pick up the pieces and glue them together
Seems to be the only way that will make it all better.
It has worked in the past once, maybe it will work this time too.
And once again, you'll have to be quick in what you do.
Because this time again the tide wont wait for you, you know
But you will be well aware of the constraints in which you'll have to show.
For the spring is soon to come, and the leaves will be all green.
It'll surely be refreshing to see the rejuvenating scene.
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