Stop hiding in the dark corner of your ruins.
Look at the bright light outside;
Water the plants turning into weeds.
Breathe to live for yourself
and not just to survive for others.
You start crumbling inside
and it’s not seen,
Like a tattered paper already.
Those cries make it worse-
You scream and the wet rends even more.
Soon it demolishes completely
leaving the space empty.
Although the recession,
It starts again when the spring comes.
After all the thunders,
There is a drizzle.
The sapling starts to grow,
This time they aren’t just flowers.
This time it will be a tree,
Stronger and stiffer than ever before.