Oft the days of warmth come calling,
With benevolence, love, kindness,
They smile with their twinkling eyes,
The world: a beautiful lair for life.
Oft the days of coolth come calling,
With carefree joy, without sorrow,
Light breeze; full smiles all around,
The world: a timeless vacation.
Oft the days of fire come calling,
With armies of death and hate,
Sheer torture thunders the youth,
The world: torn, killed, destroyed.
Oft the days of ice come calling,
With slow weapons of hatefulness,
Malevolent icy stares everywhere,
The world: a desolate nothingness.
Constructive Criticism is Valued.