An ember burns amidst the clouded night,

It is but a timid, trembling thread of light.

It emits a feeling of warmth, its glow, ever so bright,

Yet in its pulse, a dream sets flight.

Through tattered skies and mournful rain,

It whispers softly “endure the pain.

” Despite the persistent sorrow and disdain,

This fragile flame shall never be afraid.

So why should you?

It bends to winds, yet does not break,

A path lit for hearts that ache.

When all seems lost, comes yearning cries,

“Even the stars must fall to rise.”

A quiet force, a steadfast friend,

Hope stays with you until the very end.

About the Poet 

Lasha George is a talented 14 year old student from Gulf Asian English School. Known for her skill in writing, she aspires to seize opportunities that can strengthen her talent in writing.