Sunrise On The Hills

Deep in the woods, the cold thin air,
Rustled in the trees, in silent despair.
Dark it was, and a dark age of grief.
Living in isolation, beneath a thousand screams.
Times change, and people change
But the dark woods still remained.
Rivers flowed in a peculiar way
like deep inside they had something to say
To say that moonshine never shone.
And that silence was, that faint voice of hope.
So long the voice waited for that voice of hope.
For that golden age where Time would be broke.
They longed for light, from the depths of ignorance
And yearned for more but couldn't rise from the surface
For darker it was, and a dark age of grief
But then there was light! A spark in the hills.
A spark that rose from the brightest of the bright,
and took away their sorrows, and let the woods ignite.
Then there were rays, all glowing
Bringing the innocent from the fear of falling
A bright, distant star, soared in the sky,
Though distant, they felt a little closer by.
And that my friends, is a wish fulfilled
To have a brand new day,to see the sunrise on the hills.