Branches are dead, dry leaves hang down
its easy to notice, that falls back around
winter is coming, you can feel the chill in the air
its getting colder, and harder to bare
getting dark earlier, taking the day,
winter is coming, and snows on its way
the grounds freezing over, and covered with ice,
goodbye to the summer, where everythings nice
leaves fly around, coloring the sky
I watch all the seasons, as each one goes by,
the seasons change, amazing me
with how beautiful, each one can be...