Ticking Clock

The cleanest water source Radiates a bright golden light Light rain, this snow, that pleasant wind, But somehow, the weather is still cloudy A sky darker than usual Will I ever see the bright golden sunlight? How long will this fertile soil last? This place so flawless I would build my home But the scarcity is so great Will I ever be in a place as good as this? Every tick hurts like a stab I don't need the sunlight.