Another passing season
A shower rolling by
A little liquid sunshine
And then again it’s dry

One of many cycles
We see through out our days
We don’t always notice
But impacts us in many ways

Take the time to notice
A ripple in a pond
Or perhaps a passing blue jay
When he’s here and when he’s gone

These are but simple memories
But they make us who we are
The sum of all the pieces
That we wish on a passing star