When tears stain the ground and the salt settles in the earth, seeds will lie still in the ground. The sorrow of a broken heart will lay heavy in the air. Many will long for spring to return, but sorrow lingers as the cold of winter. Love longed for fails to return and a dark shadow blocks out the sun. No flowers will grown or bud until the bleakness has been lifted. Until then I will sit in longing, waiting for the sun to shine again so that I can smell the sweet fragrance of gardens full of blossoms.