At dawn the birds wake,
Chirping around the drying lake,
Two young eyes meet,
In love but though, too nervous to greet,
A storm blows by,
Providing no change of a goodbye,
The sky cries,
As the love dies,
A rose grows,
In a field with crows,
As we learn how to cry,
We learn how to die,
Regret is a sickness,
Full of darkness and thickness,
Brave as a bear,
Shedding no tear,
Surviving is one,
But living is like the sun,
Warm, honest and fine,
Though not without a thorny vine.
As you may see this poem is a little darker than the first one, as most of my poetry is. It is also like the first one an old one. I will be putting up new works when I find the inspiration, but for now, your stuck with what I wrote last year :)