Promise

It used to be beautiful & bright,

The first ray of sunlight,

Falling through the dancing leaves,

Like gleaming snowflakes,

Filtered through the scent of nature!

The birds would be chirruping,

Dancing, jumping and playing with one another,

Some playing the violin,

Some singing over the piano,

While some resting under the warm sunlight,

Waiting for the angels from the skies!

With the skies marred with dark clouds,

The promise of such days have eluded for long days and nights,

Leaving behind only the bitter cold,

And the dullness of the skies!

But there still was a promise,

As the soul was always faithful,

As it would want to bath again,

Under the warmth of the sun lit day,

And dance again in the melody,

Of the chirruping birds long swept away!

So it survived, hoping the angels would descend indeed,

From the heavens above!!

And one fine day, the skies opened,

And shed tears for the dismayed soul.

The tears washed all the gloom away,

And made way for the promise of a new day!

Even if it were miles away,

The one tiny light seen through the grey, Made my day!!