When the rays of optimism
Fall on the downfall from elysium
They give rise to vibrant wisdom.

At the crack of dawn
After spreading their divinity
Their remenants glisten like diamonds
On the source of our lives.

Even in the times of mourning
It shows it's prescence
Bringing the cry of the gods
As their enologies to the losen.

The beauty of rain
Can't be overshadowed
Spreading beauty on it's way
It makes everything young and alive
Like the well of youth.

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Author's Note

Hello my lovely tulips (It is my favorite flower so you all should be proud that I called you that)! The creation of this poem is really unique and even funny actually. We were asked to write a poem for our school magazine in class 12 equivalent to senior year of high school (this year), of course I was already going to give one but since they asked we had to. Almost no one even tried to write a poem except Shubham. So since we had a lot of free periods that day I decided to write it in school, the topic was anything related to water. I sometimes use google to set synonyms as there are times when the word is at the tip of your tongue but it doesn't come out. That day I didn't have google so my friends became my google. My whole friend group got involved in helping me to write the poem especially Shubham. He completed it later and it got published too with mine of course. Add another boy Abhimanyu to the mix who was writing funny shayries and jokes and making by best friend vanii3105 , Shubham and I listen. It was one hell of a day and it resulted in this lovely poem. Hope you all like it! Have a great day ahead!