The raindrops play the tick-tocks of the clock
And I'm yearning for the sun, but it is held hostage by the clouds
So here I am, rooted to the ground, patiently awaiting
For the light to lift me away from the melancholic hell
The sun eventually came and went away
The water wheel is still turning, but I have grown with time
And I open myself up to you, delicately and unassumingly,
But cruel winter has arrived unannounced and stolen the warmth,
And I succumb submissively to your cold absence,
Even as the last petal falls.
