It is often in the most grievous storms
When all the trees lie down
That one little sap, in solitary gloom
Smiles wide above the ground.
It smiles because what winds couldn’t shake
Holds him firmly by its feet
It laughs because what the sun couldn’t break
Protects him while he chuckles his teeth…
In the gush of joy, he wildly sways
For the hopeless has found a hope
Like a drop of dew that wanders to the flower
To hide its bloom and elope.