The first song of summer is the dew of the morning
which kisses the flowers and grass
Sprinkles of light
Sweet sounds. The birds are singing
Lullabies of breezes ringing
as they remind me of a time gone by
How could you know this is a sadder song?
When summer's supposed to bring the warmth of the seasons
Fall begins the process of the breakdown of love's warm hue
Spring should start a peace of mind anew but always fails to
The first song of winter is the snow on the window
which tells of your secrets and the warmth of your love
Sweet sounds of joy abounding
A winter wish fulfilled. Astounding.
Hidden within a music box
Bright as the glowing of the fireplace
Forever you wrote your sweetness into my heart
The songs of the seasons are the sounds of my heartbeat
Reflecting the sounds of warmth and cold of your love light
Always the ebb & flow of old and new emotions above
the din of warm & cold and memories
How could you tell this is a happy song?
My love is supposed to be a song of forever
