Defeat is inevitable
As well as victory
It is better to be
Defeated in fight surrender is
Foolishly though word
Revive dead mind
Torture and makes it think a lot.
Strengthen its roots and be born
Which looking for a light in thoughts' forest
But it knows that its life is denied
The smaller can be bigger
And the biggest can be the smallest
Through it is difficult
Not to follow the flow
The rain will have color
Of blood
But the sun won't yield
It will dry and light up everything
It's a word that's closed with mind
Like a tree that will still grow in a stone