This is a feeling of which I will never tire,
Lit up on a cold snowy night by a warm fire.
I am filled with vibrant green,
And I start again, fresh and clean.
Perhaps I grow shades of rose and yellow,
And such times of darkness feel so long ago.
I am a beacon of light,
And I will stand with all my might.
I have a heart of sun,
And it can never be undone,
I yearn for the crashes of the sea,
And I know it is free that I must be.
Photo by Hope Shaw