WINTER HAS PASSED

The smell of spring fills the air,

There are wild flowers everywhere,

The wind blows softly through the meadow grass,

It whispers that winter has passed,

I was once here eight years before,

When I was free to run, to play and explore,

What happy times those were then,

Not a care, not a worry, life would soon begin,

So far away those times seem now,

Yet the years have passed, I don’t see how,

The world was once a playhouse, built for me,

An enchanted kingdom, Of youth and peace,

Now I see the world for what it has always been,

A mixing pot, of ugly things,

Like hate and greed, lust and lies,

Happiness and hope lay down and die,

There is no purpose, no place to go,

Nothing left for me to know,

I will once more leave this quiet place,

This peaceful meadow, I once embraced,

My spirit has died, but I will live on,

Untill every last drop of hope is gone,

Hope in the future, to restore the past,

Those happy times that cannot last,

As the wind gently blows the meadow grass,

I know that winter has now passed.