My soul is as vast as the ocean,

    Always feeling so cold.

Each passing summer i felt myself becoming old,

      Like a tree,growing,changing...

Everywhere i looked there were green, luscious fields. 

       Leaves began to brown, as summer yielded.

             I spent many days by lovely lakes,

Where everyday seemed to grow darker,dimmer...

                   Rain began to fall,

    clear, wet droplets fell upon my cheeks,

           And i realized they were my tears.

                 Thats when i began to fear

               The wading pool of adulthood