I look out my window, sun rising from the east.

The songbird yellow sun grasps the edge of Earth

pulling itself into my day.

A breeze flees, blasting last night's breath in my face.

With spring en route, winter seeks the door.

A potent aroma of dirt and flowers flood my senses.

Nature rejuvenated, trees bloom,

Earth is calm.

The violent whirlwind clouds my mind.

Pitch-black birds dodge and dive in chaos

screaming past my face, my vision is a blur.

I long for my misplaced happiness.

I grasp my face and shield my eyes.

Patiently I wait, fearful of what may lie ahead.

I remove my hands, rage fills my landscape and eyes.

War wages on.