“I’m waiting”

The sky is blue, your eye has flown, and your laugh has proved that your soul is pure, outside is snowing, inside is glowing, Nature is changing, because you are stalling. Trees are ringing, your emotion is falling. Flowers’ turning to ash, your heart is becoming the bash. Your hero is waiting. The word has been painted, his promotion will be granted and your life will be perfect. A choice’ standing between you, staying announce, or becoming the stranger. A difficult decision to take, one bright word too says.  So what would it be if your heart won’t break?