Listening to the snowfall
as the flakes touch our cheek,
Feeling its growing coldness
that grows beneath our feet
Then we feel the soft breeze
running fingers through our hair
And the blaze of Summers glory
that makes us run almost bare
But the taste of Fall upon our lips
bring flavors of many types
That of the end of seasons
and the temperature of the night
To hear the music of everything
that sings a song so real
To build upon life in little ways
that makes each one of us real
So come listen to the seashore
or the mountains so tall and strong
Come taste the beauty of the forest
or the deserts drying song
Listen to the melody of creatures
who live within this world
And gather all about you
knowing that life is truly real
For some just listen to teardrops
and the rumble of their voice
To recriminate the future
and the consequences of their choice.