Undying Presence

When the clouds traverse the darkened skies,
The cresence, unseen, a slouching soul.
Her hands so cold, her silent cries,
I wish I knew, the stories untold.

The stars appear, to witness her trudge,
On the endless roads, to an endless place.
I wish, she could feel, my careful touch,
The touch to heal, a wearied face.

Alas, eventually the orange streaks will always spill,
Onto the shoulders, of the horizon ends.
The skies light up, and the colours fill,
The lush green leaves, the beautiful scents.

She opens her eyes, to see a sight,
The shuffling wind, replaced by the birdies' sing.
The tears agone, gone with the night,
But I've always been there, for I am Spring.

And a Spring, at night, will still be Spring.

I took around 1hour plus for this one, and it goes to Clara