Oh,
I love spring.
With the frogs jumping
Upon lily pads.
With the wind blowing
Cool against my face.
Just so peaceful.
Oh,
I love spring.
With the crickets playing
A colorful song.
With the sun being
A pretty gold.
Just so wonderful.
Oh,
I love spring.
With the green grass
Soft against my checks.
With shooting stars
Soring in the night sky.
Just so brilliant.
Oh,
But this spring was different.
The frogs didn't jumping
Upon the darkened lily pads.
The wind was blowing
But with a ugly stench.
Just so uncomfortable.
Oh,
But this spring was different.
The crickets weren't even playing
A sad and lonely song.
The sun was red with anger,
Behind the dark clouds.
Just so much loneliness.
Oh,
But this spring was different.
The grass was not green
And was hard under my feet.
And the sky,
Oh, the sky.
Was covered in clouds.
Could I not see
One star fly?
Oh,
That spring was a silent spring.
For the only noises
Came from yourself,
And the factories
And cars that flew behind you.
Will we be forever stuck
In a silent spring?