mist drapes the city at night,
it obscures everything in sight.
the mist joined me as I walked,
it spoke more than what I talked.
i wandered aimlessly as I strolled,
as if my life now has no goal.
then the horizon turned crimson red,
and the Sun woke up from its bed.
it spread its bright light everywhere,
mist left my side as if it doesn't care.
often worry drapes the life, like mist drapes the night,
hope is the Sun that rises, and provides a guiding light.
life feeds and, on hope, it nourishes.
when hope is alive, any worry perishes.