SOLSTICE

From solstice to solstice
We stagger on
Into uncharted territory

Without a map
To tell us where
We might be going

We can only guess
Where the path leads
Blindly feeling the way

Tonight there will be
Little darkness
On this, the shortest day

And every day from now
Winter gets closer
But hope never dies

A/N: I think this could be improved upon. But I wanted to post it on the solstice.