Need Sunshine Back in Life

Haiku A faint gleam of hope Rusting woods hum with sorrow Plunge into the dark

Dazzling our lives with its vivid spark,

Making us yearn to shine brighter,

Taking us through surreal, dreamy lands,

Where realities bloom like fresh flowers,

Yet anguishes burrow deep within.

Where rusting woods hum of summers past,

Their songs echoing through gloomy days,

Where hues vanish, leaving only blues,

Reflecting the opulent skies above…

And all we’re left with is a glimmer of hope…

A gleam of burnished gold.

Sometimes, you sleep through dawn,

Only to wake and find the murk of rainy evenings.