The First ray of sunlight through the small crack in the wall,
for her warmth is felt in the coldest of hours.


The soft trickle of a tropical downpour can be heard even in smallest of places,
As if she never forgets, for the sounds of nature can even be heard in the most shadowy of corners.


The comforting breeze in fall, as if she is caressing the cheek of the sad,
for her love can be felt even by the torn hearts.

The Setting Sun on the Horizon, Serene yet speaking, as if she is comforting the hopeless to not break,
For the stars will shine even in the darkest of nights.


For she who is everything and everyone is hope herself, as long as she is…




© Arayana Goyal