Days of Hope

T'was a bright calm Monday
The sun have shed a lonely komorebi
Striking on the dried leaves of the maple tree
And the strong gale blows it the next day.

Tuesday have passed silently
The tree has become weak and weary
Every branch of the lifeless tree
Was given another life after the day.

But the day was too late for Wednesday
For the branch has gone so easily
It's already crooked, cracked and nasty
Will life sprout from it on Thursday?

Sunlight fetched the hand of Thursday
As the raindrops crept inside the dying tree
And found nature's burgeoning sympathy
To bring back the life that was taken suddenly.

Then the welcoming breadth of Friday
Becomes the only chance of the hopeful tree
As its branches became leafy on Saturday
And again fear envelops the tree after Sunday.