My candle was dying away,
I could see the infinite darkness loom.
I stood there blankly,
Staring at the pale blue sky,
I felt blue,
As a chill invaded my soul.
I picked to take a walk,
In the forest where my consolation lived,
And my company slept.
With my head full of emptiness,
And my eyes clouded,
I followed the lode.
I dropped my eyes,
Down to the parched and cracked rock,
Where no life would stay.
I saw a seedling lifting up its head,
Rising defiantly in the crack,
And fervently smiling to the sun.
I felt pity for the plant,
But admired the persistence it had.
Deep inside the scorching rock,
And despotic warmth,
But still there it grew.
I saw inspiration come,
It tardily rekindled my candle.
As the pale blue sky blanched,
My heart blossomed,
Planting a smile in my weary face.
I saw it fly from the plant and perch on me,