Watching the night turn to dawn,
only then do we understand,
how hard-won the light is,
that single beam of light,
is both a struggle to survive,
and the source of hope,
watching the seasons change,
spring departs, summer arrives, autumn ends, winter begins,
and another year starts anew,
all things return to one.
It seems the same,
yet somehow a little different,
so it is,
may next year shine even brighter!
Seeking light in the darkness,
is for the sake of
the light,
coming a little sooner,
and the darkness,
passing a little faster,
in time,
we watch the silent void,
write a wondrous,
one-of-a-kind,
story!
We,
have long awaited the light,
like the breath of spring,
sweet and pure,
yet,
also so urgent,
leaving behind such,
unguarded,
traces!
Look,
she is coming,
the light,
right on the horizon,
close enough to touch!
Look,
hope is right there,
let,
us join hands,
and move toward hope,
step by step!