One morning, on my balcony,

I missed the sight I mostly see:

The distant sea, seen normally,     

Had disappeared quite totally!

As well, mist shrouded every tree

Except the tree most close to me.

It blossomed bright, defiantly. 

That single tree encouraged me. 

Just like that tree I want to be:

Not daunted by adversity. 

Most mists are only temporary.

If not, then faith must carry me.