As spring comes near,
the ice melts, the bird’s cheer
for summer is coming here.
 
As time changes, seasons grow
for nobody really knows
in which direction your wind blows.
 
You lean closer when no one is around.
When people come I’m just a sound.
 
As seasons change so do you,
your mind made up,
yet to have a clue.
 
As spring comes near,
time for change is here.
I will no longer be a sound,
just a memory to be found.

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