The Ways of Time

i opened my eyes,
and everything was as it should be,
how it always would be.
dawn had kissed the morning sky
to awaken it early
and the sky, in return, blushed beautifully,
bathing all life
in it's rosy glow.
larks sang to each other
with floating song
and light breezes brought scents of life and
blossom from the
apple tree and the
orchid petal.
stretching out on the springing grass
i sipped in the freshness and innocence of life
and pleasure of being at
eternal
internal peace.
i blinked.
suddenly the world i knew but a few moments ago
was gone.
the brightness and new
of the morning, wet and dew,
was absent.
storm clouds rolled in above
casting eerie greenish
grayish colors
beridding me of the feelings of hope-
of enjoyment i had been feeling.
fearfully glancing,
my songbirds in the trees had flown elsewhere,
away from this tragedy...
hark! no, they had rather been replaced
by monsters
snarling, sneering
leering at me with gnashed teeth
and fists bared.
butterflies that had adorned the earth then,
had now disappeared
so that thousands of bees,
wasps
swarmed at the living, the venerable.
their vesping in my ears and
poisonous needles drove me close to insanity
as i stumbled from my once quiet place.
wind lashed at my body,
knocking me down, filling my nose with smells of
death, despair
turmoil and melonchaly displacements.
begging, my soul cried out for redemption
for a return of what was.
my heart mourned for that purity
that peace and serenity,
and i closed my eyes
and kept them closed,
for fear of what else would happen
once they opened.......