I feel unsettled in the spring and fall.
In the seasons that will come and change us all.
I can never tell which one of them, is right around the bend.
Will I go to sleep or come to life again?
The summer breeze will give my leaves their song.
It’s the music that’s familiar to us all.
That melody, for every tree, is the writing on the wall,
because that same breeze will cause my leaves to fall.
The winter nights will hide the light of summer.
It may seem that I’ve nothing left to give.
But my roots are strong, I’m holding on for springtime.
Soon you’ll see there’s life in me again.
Soon you’ll see…there is life in me again.
Every season’s is moving towards an end.
It won’t be long until it comes back again.
The colder months will come for us and slowly settle in, but soon my leaves will sing their song again.
