Where fruit trees bloom beneath the sun,
Nature mingles and love is won.
Where golden tips of sun rays beam,
Upon a gem-blue flowing stream.
Where cold winds rush among the trees,
Footprints mush the sodden leaves.
Where mornings start with mist and gloom,
Grey clouds float throughout the noon.
Where frost forms in solid sheets,
Paving the roads and empty streets.
Where snow flakes glide and gently lay,
Snowmen built by kids in play.
Where daffodils and tulips sew,
Renewals and beginnings new.
Where trees again resume with glory,
Forge the pages of an age old story.
Where days, months and seasons stride,
Above the waves and pulling tides,
Where love resides.
