It was a spring with clear skies; Hues all around.
The sun was warm; Happiness bound.
It was mystic, it was magic; The heart would pound.
The glow was automatic; No reasons announced.
But season changed; The unpleasant skies down.
Leaves changed color; Yellow came unannounced.
The eyes lingered; Solace unfound.
But now I am settled for the best; Hopes on the ground.