How beautiful and stunning was a spring day of crimson roses and golden meadows,
Glistening from head to toe,
No no no, not a cold day of paralyzing snow flakes for frosty ways,
This is a place so fantastic that any child can play,
But can it die within,
What lies and cruelty to give that hate so grim.
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
