My name is hope!

I am the making of a tree,

On the blessed lap of mother earth.

The rays from the hot sun set me free,

As the sprinkling rain ensured my birth!

I am the splitting of the light,

That forms the seven coloured arch,

When the mighty sun loses the fight,

To tiny water drops on a victory march!

I am the blooming of a flower,

That spreads its fragrance all around.

The earth gets soaked in a colourful shower,

By the petals that open out without a sound!

I am the ripening of the fruit,

To tell the world that all is not bitter.

The sweet smell then takes an aerial route -

A call to feast the fruit, so the seeds may litter!

Again, I am the making of a tree,
That finds its way upwards without a rope!
The roots grow beneath, where no one can see.
And all these happen because they begin with hope!

I am the making of a life,

On the noble lap of mother earth.

Call me nature, I am abundant and rife.

But my name is hope and I begin as firth!