They all come,
They all go.
First there is summer,
So warm and bright.
Where the sun is out,
And the children play.
And then there is fall,
Where the leaves change.
First to color,
And then to ground.
Next there is winter,
So cold and sad.
Where darkness is in the sky,
And chill lives in your bones.
Last there is spring,
Where the sun pierces the clouds.
First comes showers,
And then comes the flowers.
But where does it start?
Who knows?
They all come,
They all go.
