Four Years [Poetry]

49. New Beginnings

                                                                                                                        June 13, 2015

                                                             Just like after the winter comes the spring,

                                                                                                  My dark time has ended

                                                                                   New flowers are finally opening

                                                                                Full of laughters and confidences

                                                                                And the meadow is turning green

                                                                      With its habitants starting to wake up

                                           And there is hope for the winter doesn't come back

                                                     'Cause there is a special seed starting to grow

                                                                                                        A small, different one

                                                                                                    That I never saw before

                                                                                                       It's a little early to say

                                                                                       But it seems to be from a rose

                                                                                                  A red, very powerful one

                                                                           But that is subject to another poem