The sun rose again

The sun rose again, spreading her beams over my cold and harsh wasteland.
The lands where no flower could life, no animal would go and no human would stand.
The sun covers the dark ground with all her light.
It makes us see what was hidden, an empty land, a land that has died.
The sun brings life to the deepest depths and the highest peak.
Animals come out of hiding, willing to walk, but for now still too weak.
Flowers willing to grow, humans willing to stay.
Whatever was an empty wasteland, will once more, be okay.
Dead, that is what it was held for.
But now it is willing to start over and be alive once more.
Full of power, full of strength and determent to go.
Dead in her past but now able to grow.
Flowers, they died.
Animals, they hide.
Humans, they ran.
But there is hope, because my sun rose again.