Openmic week 115 original song by revdocwelch "Seasons Change"

Ecclesiastes 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Winter, she rattles at my door,
Her breath blows chill into my core.
Cold and stark she stalks at my bones,
Until spring flowers signal her to go.
(chorus)
Seasons change, sunshine or rain,
There's a natural kind of rythym to it all.
Seasons change, nothin stays the same,
Except the fact that seasons always change.