Patience and hope

In those barren land,

Hoping for hope to grow from the sand,

It will be mere a miracle,

Overcoming every obstacles.

Let the time click, running on it pace,

The land does needs a look more than on a face,

Its barren, yet you can grow,

The manure of self confidence, water of motivation will flow.

A tiny grass of hope, will change everything around,

Its the best ointment, painkiller for every burning wound,

Never pluck it out, once it has shown its head,

Let it become a huge tree, satisfying needs even after its dead.