The birds have flown away, Their sweet melodies, no longer heard, Leaving only silence, in their wake, And memories, of the songs they used to make. Their feathers, once so bright, Now lie in the dirt, a sorry sight. Their wings, no longer able to soar, A symbol of what was, and what’s no more.…

The rain falls softly on the ground, A mournful melody, without a sound. It’s a reminder of the pain within, The tears we cry, that never seem to end. The darkness creeps in, like a thief at night, Stealing the colors from the world, and all its light. Leaving us with nothing but shades of…