Seasons

EARTH & FIRE: SEASONS There were times before the sky was blue, before the sun could burn the dew times without years, and seasons But then when the seasons were there, all kind of vibrations in the air the sky was blue and I was scar on the velvet skin Winter, all falls down the trees, I think I’ll stay asleep for another week. Summer, I can’t protect myself from the heat, I think I’ll find myself a shady seat. There were times before the day was born, before the rain could drown the lawn, times without years, and seasons. But then when the seasons were there, all kind of vibrations in the air the rain was wet, transparent like glass. Autumn, sparrows in the sky, where the leaves on the branches are dying. Spring, sound of the new born life, I think I’m moving on ‘cause its time. There were times before the skies were blue, before the sun could burn the dew Times without years, and times without seasons. There were times before the skies were blue, before the sun could burn the dew Times without years, and times without seasons. Do do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do, do do do, do do do do, do do do do, do do do do do, there were times…