Changes (small chance of temp title)

The darkened sky,
The still, bare trees,
The frozen grass,
The dead, cold silence.

A slight, winter breeze,
Barely felt against my face.
Not enough to shake the trees,
But enough to stir my imagination.

Things suddenly start coming to life.
The trees start to burst to the brim with rich, green leaves.
The roses start to blossom from the dry, caked soil.
The sky starts to turn from a deep, crimson purple, to a soft light blue.

Birds of different sizes fly across the sky.
Butterflies of different colours flutter down upon the leaves of the trees.
Yellow bees buzz quietly, hovering next to tri-coloured flowers.
And then, it's gone.

One, accidental blink of the eyes, and it's gone.
Everything's back to the way it was.

No leaves on the trees,
No flowers in the garden,
No bright blue sky,
But crimson purple.

The grass is, yet again, frozen.
The breeze, yet again, is silent,
Barely touching my face,
And never shaking a branch of the trees.

Sanctity is rare here,
But I do find that there is a moment,
Where I can let my imagination wander,
To that indescribable place.

The place that used to be here,
Upon the ground,
Where now stands a wasteland,
Filled with torture and painful memories.

Yes, the place where I dream of being,
Is, in fact, my home.
But it's not here anymore.
Instead, a prison.

Prison of my own emotions.
Wound so tight, they formed unbreakable ropes,
That formed a net you could so easily get caught in.

I took a chance,
But I got caught.

Now, this is no more, but a mere memory,
Of which I can hope will come back.
If only in my dreams.

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I think this is still rough work.

I literally wrote it within the space of 2 minutes.

Whatchoo think?

All critisism (sp?) welcome.

so good !!!!!!!!!!!!