A Love Call and Cry

Breeze flowing through golden hair Bicycle wheels slowly turning without a care Joy filled her face with such a contented smile The quacks from the ducks Church bells chimes caught the breeze in the sky Gentle flow of water through the village stream Sun promise for a beautiful day It was like being in a dream? An old lady approached and caught the the golden haired girls eyes She stood very still; a familiar yet distant guise! ‘Jenny’ she said as the girl rode on by ‘Jenny’ she said like a love call and cry! ‘Jenny’ she said and the brakes stopped the bike She turned to face the woman and met her eyes Do I know you said Jenny, have we met before? The old lady smiled and replied that she was her from before She walked closer to Jenny now without motion on her bike As Jenny looked closer she saw a familiar glint in her eyes Jenny it’s me and I am you. Somehow I came back because I prayed to see life as before. Before life became such an awful ugly thing the final and most brutal world war Before seeing your loved ones die for absolutely nothing The war that is coming will end everything that is beautiful and spiritual for you The war that is coming will do this to you.