Spring
New life has sprung
Summer
The battles been won
Autumn
We start to fall
Till winter
We don't exist at all

Even the trees die
And form new life
Regardless of the sun
In the sky
There is a point where
Old atoms must
Be made new

We are all made of stardust
And we shine brighter  
Then them all put together
Because we are the epitome
Of what it is to be alive