When autumn falls,
The bird ends her song,
She falls asleep quietly,
Before winter comes along,
When winter falls,
The land turns to white,
But the bird is now sleeping,
As the cold starts to bite,
When spring falls,
The bird starts to wake,
She watches the wind dance,
Around the grass by the lake,
When summer falls,
The bird starts her song,
She holds peace in the land,
And nothing goes wrong,
But autumn falls again,
And the bird needs to rest,
The cycle is now over,
And tears run to her chest,
As she falls back to sleep,
She sings her final tone,
With her beak to her feet,
She cries all alone,
As the next season rises,
She stays in her nest,
Curled up in a ball,
With tears down her face,
When summer came next,
The valley lay still,
The bird had not sang her song,
For she had no will,
When autumn falls,
The sun fades away,
The second cycle's now over,
The last starts today,
When winter came,
A new bird sang now,
On the edge of the old nest,
An old head popped out,
As time went on,
The two took their first kiss,
As the song carried on,
They thought life was bliss,
In the last season,
They both said goodbye,
As they both faded away,
They shed their last cry,
When autumn last fell,
Darkness was alone,
No trees, no breeze,
But the echoes of the her crying in her home.
