A ray of hope
The cars are hooting impatiently. They don't have time to waste. Hence, they sing a song of horn: BANG POP AYYY!!! ROOOAR TAN BEEEP BEEP. The air looks grey. Maybe she is sad about something. I look, and I see some people fighting angrily.
A butterfly just flew near me. Her wings are destroyed by devils. But still, like that bird who made a nest in our garden, she's a ray of hope, and the song of very silent nature and the power singing in her vein.
A ray of hope to keep in the heart.