Gray skies paint the landscape under Heaven's bounty, a serenity prevails as cool breezes kiss me, songbirds sing such lovely-chorus, and I feel.
I feel like I'm the only being on Earth listening to their joyful-tune on this early winter morn.
And now I sit alone with my winged-companions, mourning your sweet memory, you gone forever, lost in times past, never truly where they ever meant to last.