seasons

Seasons Winter's dieing, Birds come flying, Everything's blooming, Winter's done glooming, Next comes summer, With a few newcomers, Sunrise comes with clear blue skies, Along with the birds melodic cries, The forest is teaming, Everything is gleaming, Everywhere you look, Even the water in the brook, Is full of joyful life, Nowhere to be seen is strife, The flowers smell like incense, But not even the beauty can bring silence, To the birds sweet song, Or the animals joyful throng, In this world of peace, May the harmony of it never cease, But now comes fall, Time to bring out the shawl, The rain falls down, The abandoned nests look like crowns, The chill is returning, The summer's done burning, And then it all starts again.