I’m dying in the dark doldrums, as the endless winter drags on. I thirst for sun, it’s engaging reach, without it I wilt, crumble to the earth.
Like a plant in spring I reach for sunshine, rise through covering dirt stretching tall. Opening my arms as leaves, I absorb it, every drop of gold energizes my being.
Summer brings warmth for growing, I bathe in the pouring sun beads. No more dreary winter nights, fresh and green, healed, my spirit ablaze.