Emotions Change as Season's Do
Jonathon & Wordz.
Best and brightest, come away,
Fairer far than this fair day,
Which, like thee, to those in sorrow
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
To the rough year just awake
In its cradle on the brake.
The brightest hour of unborn Spring
Through the Winter wandering,
Found, it seems, the halcyon morn
To hoar February born;
Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth,
It kissed the forehead of the earth,
And smiled upon the silent sea,
And bade the frozen streams be free,
And waked to music all their fountains,
And breathed upon the frozen mountains,
And like a prophetess of May
Strewed flowers upon the barren way,
Making the wintry world appear
Like one on whom thou smilest, dear.
You fear your fears, inviting you to
Come into the view and see a few,
Monsters - or butterflies, as they fly by
Your mind as well, you begin to wonder why.
Questions remain unanswered,
As your fingers feel hammered;
Laying down reality,
To try and help balance me...
Feel the drips of rain ache your pain;
And the wind through leaves call your name.
As sure as the sun will burn your skin,
You disown your world that you live in.
Spend time at your own wonder land,
Dreaming away, drifting off into another hand.
Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs -
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music, lest it should not find
An echo in another's mind,
While the touch of Nature's art
Harmonizes heart to heart.
You are your own wilted rose, spoken
To all the little hearts who've also been broken.
You wild, your not - you're bi-polar I guess;
Your a sad dude in a bad mood;
When you claim you don't feel your best.
Repeat your defeat, and beat yourself to death;
Or beat your self senseless
So you can't feel the rest...
Radiant Sister of the Day
Awake! Arise! And come away!
To the wild woods and the plains,
To the pools where winter rains
Image all their roof of leaves,
Where the pine its garland weaves
Of sapless green, and ivy dun,
Round stems that never kiss the sun,
Where the lawns and pastures be
And the sand hills of the sea,
Where the melting hoar-frost wets
The daisy-star that never sets,
And wind-flowers and violets
Which yet join not scent to hue?
Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the night is left behind
In the deep east, dim and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,
And the multitudinous
Billows murmur at our feet,
Where the earth and ocean meet,
And all things seem only one
In the universal Sun.
From summer sun, to fall's leaves
And winter's snow that falls with ease.
From tears of joy, to smile with greed,
And simple please's when you're in need.
Its quite easy to see, not meaning to be rude...
But your emotions change as seasons do.
Originally Posted by Dyl
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