Stuck In Shades Of Grey Poem by Crowning The Crows

The trees reach for me
Their bare branches bring tears to my eyes
Where has spring gone, its color and life?
The flowers are wilting
Right before my eyes, yet I feel no remorse toward their downfall
Salty tears fall like rivulets of blood
Blood drawn from a wound etched eternally in the soul
The winter has drawn earths color, yet I feel no cold
Only grey remains, covering the earth like a storm cloud
Shall the earth be plunged into a mass of storm?
Shall it enslave our lives in chaos?
Is the world being pulled into shades of grey? Or is my mind setting expectations?