Rain dripping, drop by drop.
That steady rhythm never stops.
A face reflected, full of rain.
A face reflected, in that window pain.
A window through which all seasons pass.
Seasons like people, never to last.
First there was spring, with snowdrop and crocus.
Just like my youth, no vision or focus.
Then came summer, and how she did bloom.
Pink and sweet scented, the Bride for her Groom.
And just like those roses, her petals unfolded.
Summer was a good time, though we had some showers.
Working hard with laughter, and bright flowers.
Like those of my children, who fill my heart with pride?
Like my darling, darling husband, always at my side.
Autumn came all too swift.
But it’s treasured as the most precious gift.
Leaves turning pale and golden.
Autumn colours forever to beholden.
The leaves like my children floated from the trees.
Finding their own direction, on the on coming breeze.
Winter can sometimes be harsh and cruel.
But we’ve weathered the storm, kept plenty of fuel.
With warm happy memories of seasons gone by.
That we’ll take with us, to our adventure in the sky.
The Seasons have been good to us, I don’t want any sadness
Just joy for our new springtime happiness and gladness.