I've once again used a flower to represent the human condition described in the psalm.  Psalm 143 made me think of a flower that wilted as daylight faded, yet it left its leaves outstretched in anticipation of the sun rising again soon.  As verse 6 says, "I spread out my hands to you;  my soul thirsts for you like a parched land," and then verse 8, "Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love."