That first day of spring when a single strand of green pops out of the white glittering snow. That moment of silence of the stream as it finally begins to flow.

As the sun rises, a beautiful blue sky begins to unfold. As the wind blows, so does the secrets that it holds.

But it wont be long until the green disappears again into the snow, and it wont be long until the the stream no longer flows.

The golden rays from the sun no longer shines, and the wind stopped along with its secrets and lies.

Everyday something new begins, everydays something comes to an end. That's why you should always make the best of things, because the best things are always ending.

So don't pretend you're to scared to take chances, and say you'd rather much be lonely, because you don't want to spend the rest of your life saying, 'If only...'