If every dream came true,
then dreaming wouldn't be fun again.
What would pleasure ever be,
If to balance it there were no pain.
Only the oppressive summer heat,
Makes look wonderful the sheets of rain.
The mighty hills would be but an eyesore,
If viewed they were not from the humble plain.
Sunshine can't be a forever constant.
Dark clouds can't always be wished away,
Smile when the going is tough my friend,
Cause tomorrow's going to be an amazing day.
- Pranay
