The clear sound of a bell.

Floating merrily

but with a hint of sadness

through meadows and over fields.

The message it carries is a farewell.

And thous time has come for spring to be on its way.

To empty the throne for summer

the ruler without mercy.

And so the world grieves about this new era of hardships

wich came way too soon upon them.

It seemes that it had been but days since winter released it from its harsh grasp

into the gentle and caring embrace of spring.

But all that can be done is to await the calm and prosperous days of authumn.

And to pray that time would bestow mercy upon it

even just a little.

- 24.04.19