A small crack in my room For the air to pass in and out To see the world outside And give hopes to my dream I see a tree With a few leaves left on it My palm reaches out to it A new bloom is coming to you In no time at all You will be a lush green tree A falling tree smiles back at me It's not upset about the seasonal changes Bidding me a final goodbye It falls down A few days gone by I peep through the small crack in my room I see another box standing tall With small cracks on it For the air to pass in and out -Shamitha Heramb