When the sun’s shining,

The water is a promising, azure blue

But when the darkness falls,

The dark waters gobble up everything, leaving no clue.

 

The garden smells heavenly,

The bright flowers, the delicate butterflies

But when the light’s gone

Thorns prick, bugs bite and beauty is a pack of lies.

 

After a long wait, the light is here,

But the knowledge of all being a cycle

Breeds distrust and fear.

 

After a long wait, to look forward to the day,

Let this hope forever stay.