Seasons changes through my window
And those tiny moments i change with
Through each and every one
To feel as one

At the top of the tree lies a butterfly
It wings more then colorfull,it holds god within
A brushed textures of every color known to human eye
Now somebody's crying

Leaves starts shedding
Who knew its now fall
And drops starts to fall
Favour of winter to come

Im sitting
Grey at one side
Brusehd untill im tainted on every other side