Am lying in a hammock under a warm spring breeze, or by a
fireplace sleeping with the heat upon me?
Am I swinging from side to side, or skiing down a
mountainside?
I feel the warmth filling the air, with a soft breeze
everywhere, birds are singing a sweet song, while people are talking and
carrying on.
My mind drifts off to some familiar places where children
are playing, with smiles on their faces.
They are running around with no care in their minds, except
for playing and having a good time.
The birds are chirping and flying around, while others are
sitting on the ground.
They are happy to see everyone having fun, and feel the
warmth of the sun.
I look towards the sky and see clouds pass by, and I start
to wonder why?
Why do these clouds have to come by, now everyone is saying
goodbye.
Goodbye to the fun, and the warmth of the sun. Goodbye to
the birds in the air, and the children everywhere.
I now feel a different breeze. The worm spring breeze has
turned to cold, and a chill has come upon my soul.
Drops of rain have begun to fall, as people run to hide from
it all. They run to their homes, and cars, leaving behind memories and scars.
