Cotton Candy Trees

No more, those blissful days when we watched cotton candy trees blossom in the Spring, listened to the trickle of silver streams and the whisper of the wind through tall grasses. All was well with the world and life was full of promise. But its an ill wind that blows now, stirring my soul with bleak despair. Everything comes to an end, and I can see it in your eyes. We are left with only an empty silence, each with our own thoughts. It’s the end of all things, of all things that we once knew. You are leaving.... but I will follow you.