Awakening

Cold feet and numb mind,

Hitting the bottom in the coldest of times.

I gaze upward,

For the hint of Light,

I see the twilight.

O the haunting mist,

Do not try to delude me with the darkness anymore,

The plants and flowers have already begun to shine,

The birds are calling in the waking Light-

Now gradually piercing through the tree line,

I can feel the warmth already.

Soon,

We are all gonna bloom in that blazing Light.