Little heart…

Hey! My heart,

Look at me.

Why are you so sad?

Let yourself help me!

Sitting in the corner,

Why are you so scared?

Why are you worried and have this fear?

See the bubble bee,

It’s not designed to fly.

But the bubble bee doesn’t know.

Thus, fly sky high.

See the trees in the spring,

With no leaves to cling there zing.

But still, they sing,

Like someone`s dream to have wings.

See the grass under snow,

With such cold,

Still, it grows

and gives life to all odds.

Tonnes  of sand in the desert hills,

But the life still thrills,

Like life in the carnival hills.

Hey! My heart,

Look at me.

Why are you so sad?

Let yourself help me!

-Isha