Coronometry Pt I

The Great curse has befallen upon our land And even the tiniest of creatures are bedazzled As we are struck down by this nemesis Dark clouds have appeared in everyones' minds It is of no solace to be reminiscent of better days Alone, shut off off the rest of the world We count the dead and the days As the days become dead as each one brings new death Not even time to mourn, but with all the time in the world In the darkest of days we count Sun's rays Hopefull that soon there will be no more counting It is a passing thing Dry twig snapping under sheer pressure of time Passing days shall bring forth passing of plays Dark clouds shall once again be torn apart by strong winds Dark thoughts shall once again be torn apart by strong wills Grassy meadows shall once again be ever so green Shining brightly showered by the pure gold of the great Sun Waters will wash away the horrors And the unison of all humankind will be painted on everyones' smile May it never wash away again There is no curse strong enough to whitstand a sincere smile And an open heart