Winter turns into spring.
Gradually getting louder.
Summer comes and sings it's song.
Before Autumn is upon us and quiet comes.
All is quiet as the first snowflake falls.
Listen carefully, listen closely.
The changing of the seasons is like a song.
As every flower opens, every leaf falls.
No two the same.
Music that cannot be heard by the ears
but must be listened to with one's soul.