The ground is quacking at my feet.

What could make this feeling, what could make me plete?


The sky is turning a fiery red blood color!

How could this affect my one and only mother?


Forever young, forever healthy.

How could this be my philosophy?


The tide is turning, yet again, for another bend.

The time is nearing, for yet another end?



The forecast is bright and full of life.

Now will my life be free from strife?