
They are born
In a century or so
They don’t hurry
When the time goes bad and slow
They stay
They fight
In dismay
They shine bright
What ever be the stress
They never show
At times of darkness
They know how to glow
While other seem to freeze
They are seen at ease
Time has taught them well
They can even conquer hell
They don’t cry
They are over tears
No trouble they deny
They are over fears
They are no less than fire
They are never a subject of satire
Their feelings none can measure
They are like stones which turn up as treasure
In a century or so
They don’t hurry
When the time goes bad and slow
They stay
They fight
In dismay
They shine bright
What ever be the stress
They never show
At times of darkness
They know how to glow
While other seem to freeze
They are seen at ease
Time has taught them well
They can even conquer hell
They don’t cry
They are over tears
No trouble they deny
They are over fears
They are no less than fire
They are never a subject of satire
Their feelings none can measure
They are like stones which turn up as treasure

