Sunray, where have you gone, in this long cold winter?
I would rather have a warm, warm day
although I know I shouldn’t wish this way
as our world heats up and we look at the figures in dismay.

Perhaps a glimpse of light would suffice,
sneaking through the grey like a timid vibration
lighting up a leaf or a blade of grass?
But no sunlight can break through the cold, cold clouds.

Held in the grip of this time, it is hard to imagine
that spring, that sunlight, that sitting in the garden.
I think it will come in spite of all we have done,
nature’s message of hope and growth for all to see.