Rise Again

Do not listen to the chit-chatters
If the sands go dry
If the sun sets
If the leaves are shed
Yet still if a bud was born
Don't you expect otherwise another day
In darkness don't you expect a spark of light
The magical stars

These roads
Rocky, windy, rough and tough
If the skin was crushed
If the head ached
If the sun's rays scorched
If our habitats were taken by the floods
Are we too valueless

If the cols of the mountains became peaks
If torn soles regained their heels
If spring came with leaves