The ocean blue its taste so salty like tears you spilt for far too long
Birds fear nothing flying where the warmth of the sun will dry their feathers
Hold your tears and let the sun dry your eyes before winter is coming to freeze your heart
Seasons come and go as pain will ease and you shall blossom like the rose in spring in the fields of gold coloured by the rainbow after the rain chased the clouds away - Heerings June 2015