The peace of the outside world,
So quiet and very calm.
The tree's leaves flying,
and landing in my palm.
The wind whistling and singing with the birds,
The sound of music playing through my ears.
The grass is dying out,
As winter is nearing.
The animals go into hiding,
And sleep through endless dreams.
The winter leaving snow,
And tracks being left to follow,
Then pops out grassy areas,
As natures being reborn.
The animals then wake up,
To a spring thats never been worn.
