A tree was born a hundred years ago,
It beaten hellish, horrible winters,
And yet it still continuous to grow.
It defeated awful, dry  droughts,
And yet it still continuous to grow,

The tree a proud willow,
Blossoms every fall,
Its always ready for tomorrow,
And stands strong and tall.

Eons later when it can grow no more,
Its heavy trunk aches really sore,
When it can last no more,
It finally closes its door.

Ive always wondered why you still hold onto me tight,
We were together eons ago,
I told you long ago our future wasn't bright.
*So why don't you let me go?

My world is a circle wrapped by your love,
You bring to peace like a gentle white dove,
Your heart is glowing and radiant as can be,
Whenever I see you i feel full of glee.
It like I'm being set free.

So why not bring your happiness to the world?
Why does it have to only exist in my dreamworld?

There once were four brothers,
Who looked just like each other.
They lived together,
On the hills of heather.
Together they worked hard every day,
To bring back their daily pay.
Although they looked alike,
They each had the likes and dislikes.

The first brother by the name of Summer,
Who loved the sun and the bee's hummer,
He would sit by the stream,
Eating ice cream,
And enjoying the nice hot weather.

The second brother by the name of Spring,
Who loved the flowers and living things.
He would watch the flowers grow,
And feel the wind softly blow.

The third brother by the name of Autumn,
Who loved the leaves as they sink into the lake bottom.
He would sketch the leaves as they fall,
As he sat along the garden wall.

The fourth brother by the name of Winter,
Who loved the snow as it starts to fall bigger.
He would make igloos and snowmen,
And watch the pond's water go frozen.

When the four brothers had gone and went,
They named the seasons their events,
For theres a time where you wish to be cold,
And other times where you wish to be warm!

Millions of years before the flowers bloomed,
Above the Earth a dark sky loomed.
The clouds it bears weeps it tears so loud,
And sends hundreds of raindrops towards the ground
The raindrops fall onto the mound
Where they grow into flowers, strong and proud.
So although no flower look like another,
They all came from the sky their loving mother.