Little Flame....

Tears drenched the pillow each night,

As the wind was howling though the sky, 

The tree branches where crackling amidst the storm,

Smell of fresh rain filled the air,

Removing the feeling of sorrow,

hunger and loneliness from the mind,

Just for a millisecond everything seems fine,

Then the storm lets go,

Destroying all that's in its path,

The only thing that remains is a small flower, 

The hope for everything remains in this single little golden rose.