She'll come! ( She already did, My Niece!)

Like the sun after a rainy night,
Would rise above a winged angel,
Thro' the thickets a beam of light,
A fat vein on a hypodermic needle,
Like the scent of rained upon soil,
Like the sweet sweat of toil,
A glimmer of hope after a fall,
Anticipation of walk after the crawl,
Like a whiff of a freshly mowed lawn,
With high spirits and subtle emotions,
SHE'LL COME!