it's true.

The sky looked crestfallen and awash with a grey palette. The dark gloomy clouds looming menacingly above, threatening a downpour in any second they pleased.

My leaves of gold and scarlet.

My birds of paradise, in your lush emerald plumage and sapphire hues.

My orange warmth that engulfed me in radiance and vitality.

Where have you all gone? I feel alone and bare.

I feel despair. I am lost.

-Tree

Fret not my dear, for these are but hard times. And hard times will pass. For each new beginning has to start from some other beginning's end.

Be still, be calm, you have a lot of heart.

Have patience. Their chapter has not ended, you're just on a different page. Before you know it, those tough and enduring times would have become nothing but the past and they will come again.

For now, just bear with me.

-Winter