The world we live in is silent and dark,
I huddled in it, waiting for redemption.
A ray of sunshine unexpectedly shines in, and from then on the grass grows and the orioles fly.
The stars are gone,
I want to be my own light.
PS: first person
Novice novice writing style, try your best and swear not to cheat
Intention: Wherever the plains end, there are spring mountains