I need some water to sprout

in this dreary deadly summer,
I am alive because my hopes are
the hot heat waves are burning my leaves and flowers
but I am alive because I hope in future, there will be showers

a day will come when I will be the witness of baby sparrow's first chirp
by getting my sweet fruits, the little squirrel will burp
I will decorate myself with the long and beautiful tender vines
and will look gorgeous after having bird nest of serene design

the twigs of mine will make the shelter to the poor
travellers will take afternoon nap in my shadow for hours
despite all the adversities against my survival I believe in my dream
because my dreams are my life and my life is my dream