SHORT TERM

Glad am I for my tension has eased,

Past one week has been a nightmare,

My actions do not seem to be justified,

Anxiety though unexpected is not rare.

The wind has suddenly turned violent,

Tearing past the trees so silent,

I feel its force upon myself,

My hair is flying devoid of any help.

The air is cool, kinda cold,

There has not been such a change so bold,

My insides shiver in fright,

I see my future not so bright.

Trees have flowers on themselves,

Adorned with blossoms from house of elves,

The smell is sweet, fragrance is intoxicating,

I fall in an enchanted slumber without waiting.

The field have become green again,

The soothing impression does hardly wane,

The birds sing the coming of spring,

But infact spring is slipping fast without a ring.