Colors are not the same here.  This I have noticed..  Its as if something is killing them all together as all the colors slowly fade..  The stars are also very sad here in this place.. They burn ever so, with a sorrow of no tomorrow..  The sun now shines very hot rather than it lighting up a beautiful day for me to play in..  The air is just air.. It no longer carries with it the magic and wonder I once had for it..  To know the sun never goes to sleep in the woods somewhere has made me see it as just a sun.. The moon now has it stages.. The fingernail in the sky is called a cresent moon..  The night is just the night.. And the early morning is for sleeping..  This world has not changed at all.. But I have.. You see I have become an adult..  And knowing these small things has taken the magic away...........................................................