The flowers that bloomed last summer,
Have withered and all turned brown.
The trees whose shade they sat beneath
Have long since tumbled down.
Winter came and touched them, like death,
And took their lives away.
But they know they're only sleeping,
And will bloom again someday.
Each person that lives upon this earth,
Reminds her of nature's things.
For someday death as winter does
Will strike each human being.
Just like the trees they'll look dead too,
But will blossom forth again.
To love and bloom eternally in,
Love's great glorious Spring.