The flowers grow in the warm spring air
The buds form on the tree branches
The bleating of the newborn lambs.
The sun finally comes out from its hiding spot behind the dark winter clouds
It dries up all of the land that the brutal winter tore apart
The icy cold wind is replaced by a warm, calming breeze
Colours spill out from every direction
Everything looks so happy and life just seems so great.
But theres a storm brewing,
One that will rip the plants out from their roots,
Make tree branches fly through the air,
Make the lambs scream in terror and run into the nearest shelter.
Make the sun quiver and hide once again behind the black clouds,
Make the land become muddy and water logged again
The warm breeze will be replaced by the heavy downpour of rain,
The colours will fade and become grey again,
And then life doesn't seem quite so good anymore.
