five years

Five years went by. Years that laid forgotten by the side of a road. Those years witnessed many events as they were lying on the side. Failures and misfortunes, tragedies and joy. Happiness and sadness. Birth and death. The sun arose every morning, brightly and firmly as ever. New rays lighted the way day in day out. Year after year. Flowers came and went. Each year a blossoming spring emerged, turning into a lively summer, and then turning into the bright olors of autumn, eventually falling into the dark decay of winter. When something new was born, something old died. And I walked along that road, noticing everything but those years. I watched the changing seasons. I saw myself change. I thrived on the darkness of the winter, and basked in the warm sunlight of the summer. I was chasing a dream that was not there, too busy to realize it. I met many people, and passed many more by. I did much, but left more undone. Then came a crossroads. The road had came to its end. Thus faded the blossoms of my youth.