Golden colored morning,
Gleaning grasses so green,
So much sharp those blades of grass,
Filled those fields so high,
Birds are playing flutes with fun,
Harmony mixed in the air,
Cherries have blossomed in the scene,
Now they are all looking pink,
Walking through them like,
Paradise born and bred,
But for how long those green had stayed,
It was just a dream, always a stream,
Nonetheless, a beautiful dream it was,
But where is the field now,
With all those greenish blades,
Glittering rays of the sun,
A blueish span of the ocean,
Had it shone through eternity,
Now it all seems like a broken seed,
No more dreams with colorful grasses,
No more glittering sun,
Birds with fun are all but gone,
Pinkish blossoms dried,
I can close my eyes once again,
But all are black and void,
I have lost the touch of thee,
For this might be the end of eternity.
