Chance

When flowers were growing no more, No butterflies passing by, Birds singing melodies anymore, Nothing committed to its course Creating feeling of emptiness, As rain bids its farewell Making them believe in the unbelievable, Nature shifting its focus, It became obvious The 'odds are not in their favour', Their fate will be decided by chance Creating an odious situation, No one ever dreamed about Making oracles to go underground Bothered by the embarrassment Of failing to see beyond the ordinary, In a world of mysteries Hence, everyone decided to fold arms Waiting for future to reveal itself, While making a silent prayer That it brings something to smile about