The shining beams through the green lush leaves,,

Pushing away the darkness,

Illuminating opportunity,

Making the unseen seen,

Highlighting what we should see,

The uncertainty,

An empty canvass for life’s painting.

Those bright times,

The ones to come,

The ones in the past.

The light comes, as it will also fade.

The finite resource,

Finite experience.

I will make the most,

Of the light I have been given.