In the spring’s
pleasant weather
Life seems young and
free
As we trip along
beside the sea,
Laughing and singing
joyfully;
Through the fields of
Heather.
And where the flowers
grow
Fragrant in the
summer's glow,
Hand in hand we go.
Slowly onward each
step we take,
When seasons turn to
Fall
We hear the geese's
high call
As they flee from
winter's pall.
Lying still in
winter's wake
Memory wakens dreams
within
While the cocoon of
life we spin,
Waiting for new
spring again.