You by Kamau Nosakhere

When the rough wind
blows through the trees
And the bees
can't reach the future fruit
The blossoms look to you

When rocks and stones
Feel dull, dark, and dim
They bask in your light
So that they may shine

When stars die in the night sky
And they slowly lose their light
It travels to earth
To live on in your eyes

When my heart grows cold
And my fingers go stiff
I long and wish
To hold
You