The dark sky full of clouds,
I wonder what mysteries it shrouds.
Tales of valor and courage I bet,
Some not even known yet.
The stories of the rain drops,
Seem to tell of strong props.
Decayed over time,
Lured by crime.
Of people of strength,
By force, tried to be bent.
Yet they were brave,
Though the result was grave.
The people who died,
The families which cried.
Fresh leaves broken off a tree,
Only because they wished to be free.
Achieved was their dream,
With all the shine, all the gleam.
To us, handed over it was,
But honestly, what are we doing for this cause?
The day has just begun,
Let us bask in the sun.
The bright leaves grow every day,
I just wish they find the right way.