To Yearn

Grey has all but pilfered the sky the sparrow's gone and hid away stillness has abandoned hope down, in fallen leaves I lay where has the laughter gone that once echoed in my way amiable and highly affluent let not vengeance rue the day Yes, I prayed for the rain and her most auspicious ways when I was burnt and blistered by sun's blind and blazing rays But now I beg to differ and wish her soon return there's things I can't remember and her love I strongly yearn