The spring bursts forth, and I breathe deep the air.
I see the petals opening so wide.
I learn that gentle touch offered with care.

 

We learn by growing, is this not rare?
For as we learn we also learn to hide.
The spring busts forth, and I breathe deep the air.

 

Summer slips by, hot and dry unaware.
The fall breeze blows as one is brushed aside,
And then the time comes with it of despair.

 

As age grows long, we feel the wear and tear.
While winter looms before the rising tide.
Know that each of you will one day be there.

 

Winter is upon me and I am scared.
Why must it come so, setting me aside?
It takes me with ease, gently with great care.

 

Now is the dark winter of the unfair.
I cross the great continental divide.
The spring bursts forth, and I breathe deep the air.
I learn that gentle touch offered with care.

 

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