Nature, is such a teacher
each season, voices loud as a preacher
how life can be hard, as cold as winter
but to drop your leaves, for it's not summer
to wait til spring, each raindrop will sing
you can answer each call, to prepare for fall,
because winter is coming again
but be sure, the winter will end
Because if it's one thing, I've learned, and seen before
The leaves of the trees will shed,
They'll drop to the floor, turn orange and red
but just because the branches of a tree is barren,
doesn't mean that the trees are dead.