The Moment to Wait For

My poem, which I wrote when I was 13 or 14.

The sun glistened on the snow-covered peaks
The land of truth, beauty, and peace
Shone, hit by the first rays of the sun
At its mercy, waiting to be discovered

The slow wind groped for a way around the sun-strewn peaks
The shadows of the mountains were left in icy darkness
Some truth, yet to be discovered by the sun
Was left untouched on the cold hill's side
Waiting for recognition, demanding it
But the time had not come
It was a moment to wait for
Not to be spoilt by a quick move

This wait was painful for the sun
The time between the beginning and the end
The time signifying an advent to glory
The time, ever so slow, was a punishment
But the sun waited

At last the moment of truth arrived
The valley's deepest secret was luminous
There was no more fear

Did the sun have a choice, to choose his moment of triumph?
No. For if he had chosen to witness his achievement ahead of time
Then it wouldn't be a victory anymore

The essence lies in traversing the path of truth
And reaching the end at the right time
Not too soon and neither too late
For everything has a time of its own

The last moment is yours to deserve