A man once said,
his hand on his white-haired head:
“There once was a time,
where creativity was a crime.
when the leaves would change and fall,
where the trees once stood tall.
and with every passing beauty,
a heartless soul would forget his duty.
every year,
would pass a cloud above.
and with every tear,
one more would forget to love.
and as the sun got brighter,
day by day.
the heart felt lighter,
in every way.
and as the moon’s light began to fade,
revealed the price of sadness we had paid.
this was when the leaves would change and fall,
where the trees onces stood tall.
and as all hope was lost,
all the land, freezed in frost,
there came a star,
from a planet afar.
whose wisdom went far and wide,
and got the world on his side.
the clouds came back above,
they came back to love.
nature smiled and danced in joy,
for the return of every lost girl and boy.
and the waves splashed and clapped,
the sea released from where it was trapped.
the mermaids made their merry,
with every unicorn, narwhale and fairy.
because this was the time,
where creativity had come back in rhyme.
and no one remembered when the leaves would change and fall,
where the trees once stood tall.”