In the greens that brought warmth,
only the white cold remains to decorate...

My eyes have opened,
to find that a new day is in motion...

Amidst the luscious valley,
covered in varying greens...

The entrance is wide and clear,
leading to a massive space...

In days of young and past,
he shone bright with his smile...

Each time I see it,
I can't help but wonder...

Beyond the dark, empty hollows,
dismay stirs, where the storms brew...

So often I stare in your eyes,
asking the same simple question...

Each month we rejoiced,
gathering to celebrate life...

This passion,
mindless, careless, and free...

My heart has loved many times,
Also spoken in many rhymes...

The allure of simplicity fades,
For this inner turmoil is complex...