Dawn

Darkness surrounds me,
I am cold, for the sun has not risen in so long.

Petals turned inward for protection;
They thirst so desperately.

Creator, is it coming?
Is dawn almost here?

My heart beats with anticipation!
Dark shadows transform into hues of deep orange.

I doubt even as I feel the warmth of the rising sun;
I am not worthy of such a gift.

Indistinguishable from the morning dew
Are my tears of joy.