In the spring we come alive, fresh pure and new
Tender and green, we don’t know what it means
To be old, lonely or blue
Like a shute on a redbud tree, we lay in wait to bloom
An innocent child so patient and mild
A bride waiting for her groom

Summertime is fun, we do things just because 
Days are long, nights are warm
And in these moments we get lost
We don’t think beyond today,
We’re too young to have a past
We don’t care to try, never ask why
Believing these days will always last 

By fall we’ve settled down, we found out who we are
No longer are we like leaves in the breeze
But sometimes wish we were
A beauty all its own 
Orange, crimson, gold and wine
A chance to reflect, maybe some regrets
But we know something about life

Winter is cold, everything slows down
We sit by the fire, weary and tired
Hoping we smile more than we frown 
Covered with a blanket of snow
A quiet peace the old man brings
Our harvest we’ve reaped, now it’s time to sleep 
Buried beneath the ground

And so it goes with the seasons of life 
A flower grows, it blooms and dies