Seasons of life

 

Seasons of life

 

First comes the winter, if I look at my calendar,

it's cold and gloomy,

I try to ignite the fire, to feel warm and cozy

with snow so cold and my fire so bold,

I fight with the zeal, which really is a big deal,

and I think it's going to be okay this way,

 

Just when I find the right balance,

I stumble on the sunny side, 

it's warm and feels cozy without a need to ignite

but it is making me lame and careless in mind,

too much of it is hurts,

I better hide from its reach,

to feel safe and sober than a breach,

and I think it's going to be okay this way.

 

At some time, I feel the breeze of air in my hair,

trees shedding their leaves,

it's autumn, and they look sick and weak,

it makes me sad to see nature being unfair,

but look what I found, the help is around,

seems nature knows what they need,

it sends millions drizzling down for them to feed

It's rain to the rescue this time.

hopes begin turning gloomy to lively,

the trees to green and me so chirpy,

and I think it's going to be okay this way.

 

In vain, I feel the shiver!

if it is so, then I know what will come after,

the cycle is repeating, 

oh yes! I am prepared for what is coming,

its seasons, you see,

seasons of life, so just be,

it ain't gonna stay long, will be gone in a jiffy,

so I sing this song so witty,

finally, I know what to say,

it's not going to be okay this way or that way,

"it's going to be okay anyway."