Sonnet 1, All I am Saying

All I am saying is give peace a change
For the leaves of life are now growing red,
Onto the morning of the winter's dead
And laughing faces to sorrow derange;
In earth deceases which are now full of mange
And broken hopes in the once blooming bed,
That were in front of longings death bested
And we to each other forcibly brainge.

O come to the day - this wintry old night
And give to the ways the morning bright dawn,
That once again must shine on living dearth;
Meadows filled with blossoms in the new light
That once were under wings of a black swan,
For love is inquiring to calling yirth.