Skies of blue
Skies of gold...

The open fields
The crisp air...

Blurring lines of purple and blue
Coldplay seems to match the winter...

The meaning of life is simple,
but the road to it is extremely tough...

The gate stood open, reaching
Out into the still darkness...

The sun hugs me
The moon tugs at my heart...

There is day
And then comes...

Filled
to the brim with a desire to create something new...

Dying shadows
Leaping flames...

In a world without any darkness
What becomes of the light...

This world is so cold
Even with global warming...

The day grows as dark as night falling
The clouds gather...