The Rise.

A night can’t stop the sun to rise in the dawn.
Even a butterfly when young, it lives with the crawl.
Lets the inner soul get tired making tries,
The one always achives with firm determinants.

Even a small ant never fears to fail,
A small bee buzzes at each rose to get its meal,
Never lose hope and courage to be firm,
You may fail twice but winning will be done.

Each tides rises after falling again and again,
Always be enthusiastic to face the failures,  if you have the desire to win.
Let the rise be eternal,
From the heart and soul.
Mind is just a matter of thoughts,
To rise of the fallen.