Watch every season portray the idea of life and death
From the summer gold to the icy blues
The hope spring gives and the bitterness of winter
Reminds us of how our lives bloom and soon wither
This, indeed, is nature at it's best.
I see the birds chirp in glee
I feel the frost beneath my feet
Soon I realise life is a limited spree
Oh how tragically ebullience and desolation meet
This, indeed, is nature at it's best.
I feel the sun rays burn against my skin,
Shortly recognise the breeze blow away thy fears,
How nights emerge to many as ever so grim
And by the morning day, all dry are my tears
This, indeed, is nature at it's best.
Leaves too tired of holding on for ever so long
majestically fall in contrary to ecstasy
Oh how thy heart warms up with love
Then soon burns down by every harsh actuality
This, my dear, is nature at it's best.
