Change

It’s in the air we breathe
It’s doesn’t feel like the sky is tainted with fear
No longer the taste
Of desperate waiting

It’s in the water flowing
It doesn’t look like the waves are running for their lifes
Their sound no longer
Like the laughter of hysteria

It’s in the fire burming
It doesn’t remind of the heat of anger in their eyes’
No longer the smell
Of burned dreams and chances

They point at the butterfly, careless dancing
Waves are rolling gracefully over the peacefull water
They warm themselves by the fire
Defrosting their hearts.

It’s in all those little things,
A change is coming

It will be better. Soon.