Seasons
Summer passes
Without a second glance
Without reason
Or circumstance.
Autumn leaves fall
To the ground
Passing by me
Without a sound
Winter rushes by
Cold and chill
Snow-covered branches
Grace the hills
Spring brushes past
Warm and mellow
I barely see
The hues of yellow
Life rushes by
Before we slow down
And enjoy the colors
and Sounds all around
So don't kill the dreamers
And Listen to me
Appreciate everything
All you can see.
Without a second glance
Without reason
Or circumstance.
Autumn leaves fall
To the ground
Passing by me
Without a sound
Winter rushes by
Cold and chill
Snow-covered branches
Grace the hills
Spring brushes past
Warm and mellow
I barely see
The hues of yellow
Life rushes by
Before we slow down
And enjoy the colors
and Sounds all around
So don't kill the dreamers
And Listen to me
Appreciate everything
All you can see.