As I look outside through my window,
I hear birds singing,
I see the sky, surrounding us in a grey halo,
The sun already shining too close to the horizon.
This sight, although beautiful,
leaves an odd feeling to my heart,
A dash of cold, like a sigh of sorrow from my soul.
Light dies quickly and moods drop,
leaving our days on a dark note.
The possibilities and opportunities of the past are gone,
And the chill of an unsure future is on the horizon.
I feel despondent, despair looking at that sky,
already place to a star, but it's so far...
Prey to numerous doubts and uncertainty,
I look down at the fields, haystacks gathering in the distance.
I see trees around, the fires of their shed leave glowing,
battling the shadows of the night.
A glimpse of hope finds me as I see little monsters in the street,
Running and laughing, knocking on doors for a treat.
I feel shivers on my arms and take a step back, closing my window.
Maybe this melancholy is unjustified,
perhaps the cold and the night, despite being unpleasant,
Are only there to be a reminder of the good days to come.