Years (Seasons) 2 - Thanksgiving

On rainy nights

Our house is a blessing

Here keeps us dry

And I try to remember

To be grateful for it

When Winter comes to say

«This is your home

This is where you’ll stay»

On my birthday, Spring comes

And I want it to

Bury me with all the other ones who bloom

To send me off quick

From where old and young meet

Wearing all green

In the bright snow fall

That brings dear Summer evenings

When all things is easy

And our city’s as big as it is silly

With laughable doom

The first rains fall through

The breath that I lose

Rushing under our roof