After Death

Winter is gone, The snowflakes, melted; The ice cleared With bright sun shining above. The heart, no more cold, Layers of wool removed; No more sheets required, The temperature, not that low. The sun, no more exciting, The presence, scorching; Ironic! the sun is different, Stroke and Tan,it all has. Its not even about the sun, The climate has changed; The surroundings adaptive To live Life this way. The trees,the plants,the flowers,the bees All the same,always were; Everybody and Everything is still there, It's the weather that has changed.