Spring

A blade of grass quivering in the breeze,
The buds just beginning to sprout on trees,
The furry forms darting across the lawn,
The birdsong welcoming every new dawn.

There's something different that I cannot place,
A buzzing vibrancy that's full of grace;
It's in the fragrance of cherry blossoms,
A sweet elegance, simple yet awesome.

Gone are the days of endless bitter cold,
The rain, the gloom, the fireside stories told.
The hard and frozen earth has thawed and greened,
The cool stream water runs glistening clean.

For oh the winter months have come and passed,
And fair springtime has awakened at last.

Yay :D Yet another product of my fangirlism. Doctor Who this time =P not that satisfied with this but mehh... (If anyone's interested, this is about the Last Time War between the Time Lords and the Daleks. Both Gallifrey -the Time Lords' home planet- and the Daleks' planet were destroyed and both races wiped out except for a few survivors.) XD

There once was a planet,
Gallifrey it was known;
where under a burnt orange sky,
the flaming grasses shone.

The silver leaves glittered,
the mountains stretched ever on;
and the light of the twin suns,
kindled joy every dawn.

Home of the Time Lords,
most ancient race in the universe;
able to travel across time itself,
but sworn to only observe.

A people of knowledge, they were,
powerful and wise.
Builders of libraries and cathedrals,
all of magnificent size.

But time would take its toll,
as they knew best of all;
for even the mighty Time Lords,
one day must fall.

And soon that day came,
one of war and destruction.
Ruthless and unstoppable,
the Daleks were triumphant.

Even the Time Lords' regenerations
in the end could not save them.
One by one they fell,
amidst the chaos and mayhem.

Only one possessed the power,
only one understood the signs;
he must save the whole universe
from the very collapse of time.

But a heavy heart he bore,
for he knew and dreaded the cost.
Time would be saved,
but all his kin would be lost.

And so the sky rained flames,
and great buildings crumbled to dust.
Downed were Daleks and Time Lords alike,
as he knew they must.

He alone escaped,
while all the rest perished.
He watched as the world burned-
the ruin of all he cherished.

And then he ran, away
from his painful past.
So very alone,
for he knew he was the last.

Deep he buried his grief,
with a new life, a new name.
"The Doctor", he called himself,
only Time Lord there remained.

The healer, the wise one,
travelling through time and space.
The unsung hero,
always to defend, to save.

And even after all this time,
his true name remains a mystery.
For it is more than just a secret,
an unspeakable truth shrouded in history.

"On the Fields of Trenzalore,
at the fall of the Eleventh,
the question will be asked,
and silence will fall.

The First Question,
one he has been running from all his life,
the question that must NEVER be answered.
Silence MUST fall.

Doctor who? Doctor who? DOCTOR WHO?!"