Myriad little joys unnamed,
Sprout in our life’s tiny niches,
Blossoms of shining hope hued rich,
Spreading a fragrant cheer untamed,
Dreams carrying to heights acclaimed.
Swirled alone in the life’s whirlwind,
Mired with its dust and much chagrined,
Twisted turns let salty tears dance,
As sadness holds you in a trance,
That bud of hope leaves you unpinned.