Every time I step out in the balcony,
There’s this thing which always catches my eye amongst many,

It’s tender, supple, fresh and pure,
Stands out against the harshness that it has to endure,

It brings with it hope and faith,
Will and energy to dispel the wraith,

Even though it’s tiny and small,
It’s vibrant enough to break through the wall,

It stands out like cheese from chalk,
Thwarts any murmur of balk,

I thank thee oh you little sprout,
For removing any ounce of doubt,
As you emerge steadfastly against the dry stalk,
You strengthen my belief that a miracle is waiting to knock