The Eternal Verity

There were days,
When the pen was overflowing with words,
When the paper was stained with strange worlds,
When each leaf of the tree spoke a new story,
And every flower evoked a different memory.

There were days,
When the time had stood still,
When the tree looked as stoic as God's will,
When the air was laden with scents,
And the garden with floral tents.

There were days
When the heart spoke of only love and peace,
When only beauty and life mattered to the eyes,
When the soul was untouched by vulgarity,
And believed only in eternal verity.

I long for those days,
Before the beginning of this race,
When honour, love, solidarity,
Meant something to this place.