(Song Lyrics)
On a gray and dismal winter day,
A greening tender bud on a tree:
In the cold of winter, the first sign
Of the coming spring I see.
Seasons
change, just wait a while;
The
pain that you feel will soon be gone;
But
you must accept the fact
That
pleasure, too, will pass;
For
the seasons never last very long.
The spring is coming around again;
The colors and the sounds of new life
Blend in a dance of pleasure and pain;
I feel both the harmony and strife.
The summer brings carefree sleepy days,
In the mountains, by the ocean’s shore;
Priceless, yes, each moment in the sun,
For all too soon they will be no more.
Sunny days are growing shorter now;
Autumn colors bursting into view;
It seems the leaves try to hold the sun,
Just as I am holding on to you.
©1997, Stan Sanford
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