It takes the seasons to change for us to remember December.
The cold air on our skin, the blue sky tapers thin, the Sun so far away.
It takes the seasons to change for us to remember December.
Fall shows us the colorful leaves on trees, they are what a child sees.
Shadows grow longer, the old grow stronger.
The grass turns brown, large ancient rocks are fashioned round, not a goblin in sight, could scare us tonight…
Fall shows us the colorful leaves on trees, they are what a child sees.
Streaks in the sky, oh my, oh my, the cloud machine is work’n thin, nature is filled to the brim. Those streaks in the sky so high.
Life, is grand in nature.