Paradigm Shift

O hush now child,and still those tears. Now standing in your garden mongst the vines grown thick by time, looms the culmination of your fears that monster you once thought you saw, that time, back in your youth. But even now present has come to us and passed. So let us carry you now, and rest. Rest that heavy heart, the vines will blow, the monsters will leave, the air will move agian.