Cycles

Summer's almost over now and the leaves drift through the sky
Remembering days of old when I used to ask it why?
It had to change, isn’t it strange? But beautiful

I am so much wiser now but some things are still not clear
I have found that growing old is not a thing to fear
Yes it’s strange, but the change – is beautiful

Summer as my younger days lie behind me in the past
So I will love the present for I know it can not last

Yeah

I can see the end is near but my life is not through
To close my eyes and rest in peace and then be born anew
A bell will ring, for a flower in spring – it will be beautiful