What if,the tree didn’t shed its leaves
in the fear of looking ugly?
It would be breaking the hearts of all those thieves
Who wished to capture that scene for an eternity.
What if,the star didn’t want to be seen
‘cause it felt intimidated by the moon?
It would be letting down that person who was keen
On wishing upon it for things to bloom.
But the tree chose to shed its leaves
And it became a beautiful masterpiece.
The star chose to keep its insecurity aside
And helped its believer and his fortune collide.
What if I decide to conquer my fears?
Maybe I’ll be remembered for many more years.
Facing your fears will let let you glow,
After all a hurricane is followed by rainbow.