Between the twisted creepers, amongst the vines and stems
She observed the little creatures, multi-coloured, in mayhem
At the bottom of the tree trunk, close to the spiralling rootsThe ants and insects crawled in sync, one after the other, following suit
A squirrel, with her tiny arms, caressed the apricot glistening
With dew-drops it was covered, as though the cloud was listening
To prayers offered, since it unearthed the purpose of its being
It had showered upon the little girl, the first few drops in stream
As roads embarked with dirt, and slightly moistened cheeks
Rejoiced at the arrival of the fulfilling diamond-like glittering streaks
She took in all the laughter, the drops coalescing on their way down
Purifying each soul, the earth failing to rebound
She saw the overjoyed folks, kids jumping, delighted shrieks
Into the puddles sailed their boats, as stable as could be
The birds took shelter in their nests, flying back in a majestic way
Their shadow fell upon the grass, before last rays of sun escaped
She heard the glad chirping; she sniffed in the new air
She felt the changing spirits, as wind blew through her hair
Leaving behind her sorrows; from within, finally uncurled
Taking in a new change, she had summoned courage to face the world...
