She dug me up, amid the ground,
She dust me off with her soft graze.
Her hands were stained chestnut brown,
Her golden eyes were set ablaze.

She brought the sun into my life,
And brushed the gravel from my lips.
Away with the dirt went the strife
And with the sun, came loving bliss.

Together we grew, sprouting blooms.
Roses of such sweet love and care,
We filled the air with sweet perfumes
And added color to the air.

Now tell me what is the reason,
That we should too,
End with the season?