Ones

I remember a world where there was happiness and peace with lots of sunshine throughout the sky and everyday seemed like spring. Not like here where there's only storms that caress the sky with dark angry clouds and mystic cold rain and birds know longer sing. They just set and stare as the Raven flies above them in vain waiting to steal another soul so the demons can crucify with pain. It's amazing how much changes in a season , not years , just a season yet baffled we all gaze into an infinite sky for a reason , not a purpose , just a reason makes one ponder are we the intelligent ones or are we the controlled ones??