The wind blows and leaves fall
But for each and every one is a dieing father but a newborn son
For rain falls and it pours more
every drop is knowledge for a new born
But with all of snow and flakes
with everything bright and great
makes life able to appreciate
Also it lightings and thunders and causes commotion to plunder
which brings hurt feelings, fighting coming form under
And blue Sky's, sunny days, were promised today
Maybe tomorrow we can borrow my son just pray
