A little poem I have written in those scary times

[Wookii]

You were high as the sun in the summer,
shining brightly on people's face.
Now you have fallen and thats a bummer,
but all you need is just a little space.

In upcoming days or weeks you will rise again,
laughing at those who abandonded their faith.
You will climb on your throne and regregain your reign,
these days will be gone as an old wreight.

All those FUDs and machinations will not kill you,
you will stand above them all.
On detractorse's bones you will chew,
and the rest will back into their holes crawl.

After all you are the future,
not everyone can see it now.
You are not sweet but neither bitter,
noone can go up without a fall.