...seasons

I am the springtime, 

when everything seems so fine. 

Whether rain or sunshine, you will find me playing. 

Days full of pretending. 

When a dime is a lot to be spending. 

A time when life is beginning. 

I am the springtime.

I am the summer. 

When the days are warm and longer. 

When the call comes to wander, but I can't go far from home. 

When the girls become a mystery. 

When you're barely passing history. 

And thinking old is when you're thirty. 

I am the summer.

And I am the autumn days. 

When changes come so many ways. 

Looking back I stand amazed that time has gone so quickly. 

When love is more than feelings. 

It's fixing bikes and painting ceilings. 

It's when you feel a cold wind coming. 

I am the autumn days.

I am the winter. 

When days are cold and bitter. 

And the days I can remember number more than the days to come. 

When you ride, instead of walking. 

When you barely hear the talking. 

And goodbyes are said too often. 

I am the winter... 

But I'll see springtime in heaven, 

and it will last forever.

-steve, annie chapman