After a night of years, the sun rose
upon fertile grounds, quietly
beckoning for a seed to be planted,
watered, and nourished; without imposed
stipulations of benefits to reap.
With the crop she offers, I shall waste
not a moment to taste the deliciousness
of her bounty; where she will sleep
under a sky of new heights
with the warmth and security of love.
Her soil I will tend for evermore;
where fear will no longer rule her nights.
