Life**
The snow will fall,the ground gets cold,
A baby's born who will grow old.
A blanket of snow covers the ground,
Still the answer is not found.

A bird will chirp, the grass grows green,
And through the clouds the sun is seen,
The flowers bloom, the bees will buzz,
The world again as it once was.

The sun will shine, the day is long,
The birds they sing an endless song.
The sky is bright, the color blue,
A child knew who never knew.

The breeze is felt and with a chill,
The song has stopped that never will.
The leaves will fall, the color red,
A whistle of the wind is all that is said.

Why it happens all this way,
That is not for me to say,
A babies born who someday dies,
But from the clouds the sun will rise.