Seasons Of A Tree
Summer is scorching and sultry in the sun
Oh how I hate this time of month
I am thirsty for drip water
Could it get any hotter
I just can't wait till spring
Fall is the saddest time of the month Where I change my color from green to orange to red And all my leaves fall when autumn comes to an end I just can't wait till spring
Winter is the most cold when the front comes in And how I became thick and luscious to thin and naked Where my feet are deep in the snow Having nowhere to go I just can't wait till spring
Spring makes me full of joy When my leaves grow back and the rain pours Here comes the flowers how beautiful they are I can't believe it's finally here
But Then spring comes to an end And the scorching summer starts again I just can't wait till spring again
Fall is the saddest time of the month Where I change my color from green to orange to red And all my leaves fall when autumn comes to an end I just can't wait till spring
Winter is the most cold when the front comes in And how I became thick and luscious to thin and naked Where my feet are deep in the snow Having nowhere to go I just can't wait till spring
Spring makes me full of joy When my leaves grow back and the rain pours Here comes the flowers how beautiful they are I can't believe it's finally here
But Then spring comes to an end And the scorching summer starts again I just can't wait till spring again
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