A sun soaked summer Nature changes

Fades away Quickly passes by

Now the clouds With the seasons
Are turning gray And so must I
The sun is setting From the rye
Passing away I wave my hand goodbye
Who said that clouds Goodbye
Couldn't come to play?
Times change
Trees are ripe Rearrange
And the leaves they shed So make a change
A constant reminder Let it change
What it's like to be dead
I rub my neck Nature changes
I scratch my head Quickly passes by
Trees can bleed too With the seasons
Leaves, all red, all bled And so must I
From the rye
It knows the why I wave my hand goodbye
And so do I Goodbye

Nature changes
Quickly passes by
With the seasons
And so must I
From the rye
I wave my hand goodbye
Goodbye

Snow is falling
And hits the ground
Falls forever
Doesn't make a sound
Buried now
Everything unallowed
Felt for once
Like a part of the crowd

Regeneration
Is now the scene
The flowers grow
The air is clean
Now I look around
It's so pristine
Is this all
What it's supposed to be?

It knows the why

And so do I