Seasons

Through the trees and in the wind The world was never there. But then a song made it begin And so that we are here. The water ice cold against my fingers As it slowly flows down the hill. The spring will make it grow and linger Since that is what it wills. The sun so warm upon my face Gifted a joyful laugh The children run from place to place And then cool down in a bath The season here they come and go It seems they never last. But they never stop when things get slow. Just like in the past.