As the Stars Dance Among Us


In a gigantic galaxy

Lies the 3rd rock from the sun

Sustaining all kinds of life

It continuously spun

Simultaneously rotating as it orbits

Causing change in every 3 months

The seasons were created: where the air is crisp and it makes your nose drip

And the plants  and flowers thrive, making it known that they are alive 

Then the sun comes back again 

Only to eventually make the leaves fall on hungry men

You see the seasons are just a lesson out of our control

That change, well... is inevitable.


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