For a brief moment I smiled.
I sang in the sun and laughed in the rain.
I danced in the fields of tall grass and under the bright sky.
Laying upon the flowers and whispering of tomorrows so distant.
For a time I felt alive.
The tune I carry is no longer that of joy.
Singing has turned to screaming under a grey sky.
The fields I lay in are but cold and derelict wastes.
A world subjugated to an endless decay wrought by sorrow.
Forever my grove and eternal home.
For a time I lived.
But I think I died somewhere along the way.
- Quiet-Emerald