With and without her

Without her,
The river has dried out.
The foundation has gone weak,
for the bridge has broken.
The leaves have squeezed.
The birds have flown away,
the Spring never returned.
Death has oveshadowed Life.

Wait is endless.
There are no signs of her shadow,
People say that she has not come
to our doors for months now.
But I can feel her in my heart
every moment shaking my aching spirit.

Her return is eminent,
for my existence.
for bridge to erect,
for trees to stand tall,
for leaves to grow again,
for birds to fly back,
for spring to return.
For life to conquer death.