If I was to make a fine escape, I would go somewhere and never return,
What if I have lost all the chances, someday it would be my turn,
On a single tree blossoms bloom, some too early yet some late,
Some say everything’s in our hands, some say just believe in fate.
If getting what we want was so easy then the whole world would have stepped on moon,
But believe me, everyone out there, not every child born holds a silver spoon.
Trees stands tall yet the force of wind makes them bow,
For the ones on earth could harm you as much as you allow.
The boats were always meant for sailing in the sea,
But don’t forget a small seed soon turns into a huge tree.
There is a reason behind everything that occurs either it might be unexplainable,
You don’t need a huge rock to break the glass, but just a small pebble.