Long Awaited Dawn

Icy dew drips down a frozen petal.
Has it really been this long?
The timid sun has refused to show its face.
Lovely sun,
Your absence creates nothing by desolation, a hopeless coldness.
To be touched by your warmth...
How long has it been?
The soil has frozen to stone and nothing grew.
Innocent life kept from existence, an unending emptiness.
At last, a bud blooms and the ice cracks.
The beauty of the world, once more, begins to show.