The wind, the clouds and the trees I saw. The breeze, the rains and the dews I felt.

It was all sign of bliss and joy. But in my heart an ocean flowing with pains, was all I saw.
Like a needle piercing through the depth of a sore.

Vanity it all was, because my pride had gone. For vane things I proclaimed, all was wrong.
No trust and no truth, just storms and flood.

Peace was gone, war had come, joy was gone and sadness had come.

Till a little voice spoke kind words to my soul. Reminding me how much good feelings I had lost, by counting my wrongs and flaws while ignoring how much huddles I had crossed.

Quiet as the grave, my heart became! For a moment I thought it was a dream. I felt fresh breath just as a bream. His words alone had raved at me. They melted my soul and nourished me like a cream.

Then It dawned on me, the hope in his words, that by the break of the dawn, my joy shall come.