Spring

In this real yet discombobulated world called timeframe
The universe has been kind to a wounded soul
Yesterday was an era of despair, sorrow and shame
Today, having an exuberant soul is a major goal

It was relentless to seek answers on melancholy
Until a black hole is slowly swallowing the essence
Drowning and lost, it was asked when to feel jolly
Then a ray of sunshine concluded this dark sentence

All has bloomed and fields are colorful
It is indeed the season of spring
Flowers have blossomed and birds are blissful
A prayer is uttered that this ain't gonna swing

Leaning on a tree and staring at the clouds are blessed moments
Thankful to the universe for it's love and kindness
Chaos, hatred and evil are nasty opponents
All that matters right now are hope and happiness

But there are times that the universe can be ambiguous
In the middle of spring random deviated elements are unexpected
The metamorphosis of a butterfly has been somehow affected
Preventing from abrupt change is now acknowledged on a ten-mile radius

Because of this, it can be mind boggling and even psychotic
It's now a scary thought that this will turn into a season of fall
In the end spring should prevail, be dominant or even despotic
So that it will be easier to smile and stand proud and tall

But what if these random deviated elements are actually part of spring?
Can this be feasible despite it's confusion state?
Who knows what kind of possibilities it may bring?
As long as other aspects of life are wonderful and great.