On a Hill

Waiting for the sun to rise; I sat on top of a hill. Searching for the light in the skies; My heart was pumping still. I felt lonely, looking at the horizon; Like the only survivor on a deserted island. I heard wind breaking the scary silence; Like breaking sounds coming from a broken violin. The sky started shifting from black, to light orange and pink. The light started coming back; Yet, I saw darkness every time I blinked. Soon, the sun peeked; Light emerged and touched my eyes. Clouds sneaked; All hope in my heart vaporized. Strong wind and heavy rain; Made my struggle in mud. Heavy breaths and strong pain; Ran through the hills like floods. I regret the day I waited for the sun; For I forgotten the storm. I will never run; Fore the hills turn again warm.