I crave for the dawn,
When feeble leaves will get drank with the dew and defy the dictates of gravity,
I seek the fair night,
When timid stars will own the sky and endure on to outshine the veil of darkness,
I desire for the days,
When dreams will wrestle with faith till morning just as Jacob wrestled with God,
And I long for seasons,
Where men will prevail as they contend with God and with men, for they never give up.