Clouds converging on a gray day
The feeling of joy slipping away
A warm summer breeze
Now beginning to freeze

The brightest of days
Becoming a haze
And the happiest times
Not much more than petty crimes

For we try to believe
But we never achieve
The feelings of glee
We saw not so distantly

As the leaves fall away
The tears no longer at bay
Each problem emerging
Never stops surging

Until the flakes fall
Nothing to haul
The calm settles in
A faint glimmer of a grin

When the flowers start to bloom
No longer any gloom
Moods begin to brighten
As loads begin to lighten

The sun’s breaking through
Now a glimmer of blue
Distant sounds of laughter
Now and hereafter