Poem: A Tale Of The Meadow
with open arms they welcomed spring
by bursting colors of jolly yellow
dressing up their maidens in white
with bliss dancing between the echoes
//
the maidens would seldom blush
from the caress of a wild touch
forsaken was this land of blissful blue
without rules to abide by and a ruler to rule
//
the offsprings enjoy their days out
giggling when the wind sweeps them in
the mothers swing, hop and twinkle
as they call their folks from within
//
slowly through the following months
the sun grows weaker to the touch
as the night bestows itself upon longer
the children seem to go away further
//
gloom, cold and winter forced its reign
the maidens set themselves ablaze
spring, summer, autumn, and rain
left the city to crumble and wither away
//
deserted now the city of beauty remains
frosted by the plight and bloodstain
maybe when spring comes again
this city will resurface on the green plains
