It seems the tale we used to know has changed.
The journey has taken many a turn, and we know not what lies ahead.
I long for the days when light may return to the realm in which I dwell,
But as of now, there is darkness around me.
They fields around me have seen recent floods,
And yet the rain that once dowsed these lands seems to have drifted away.
Now only a heat lays over this barren terrain.
The fruit that once grew here appears to have dried up.
All that I have known for so long, gone in a flash.
Will the color ever return?
Will the fruit blossom as it once has?
Will these fields ever escape the darkness?
I can hope that the answer to all of these questions is yes.
But there is little that can come from hope alone.
The work that is to come shall be what brings life back to this wasteland I’ve come to know.
And it shall be better than before.
The fruits will be bountiful, and the flowers within this garden shall surpass that of Eden.
The dark may stay for some time… but I hope that the light will return someday.
And when it does, I shall hope that I’ve done enough, and the light will want to stay.