Counting one to three,
A scene comes in to play.
The tale wanders with the trees,
As such time would say.

Like flowers burst from the earth.
Joy and happiness loom.
Momentum the cycle of birth.
Days of spring would bloom.

Summer set its rightful heat,
Blazing like the growth of ours.
A playful breeze tends to seat,
Enjoying the sight it brought to hours.

Soon it comes for you to leave.
Lining together like a sea of hall,
The autumn crinkles its leaves.
And the life you bore slowly fall.

Comfort comes searching for a hand
Within the winter, I tried to hold.
Tears like snowflakes soon land.
There lies your body gone cold.

Another day plans to tell hi,
To move on as it goes by.
Sealing the past you lie,
Smiling as I say goodbye.