Seasons dance with Grace

In a land where seasons dance with grace, Stands a tree in an enchanting space. Its branches reach to touch the sky, A sentinel old, time passing by. Come winter's touch, a frosty kiss, Its leaves fall free in quiet bliss. Naked and bare, it stands so tall, As if it's lost its life's green thrall. People pass with curious eyes, Whispering tales beneath gray skies. "Is this its form?" they question wide, A tree so barren, stripped of pride. But deep within its ancient core, Lies the promise of life's encore. For when the earth awakes from chill, The tree transforms against its will. With the first light of spring's embrace, Tiny buds appear, a verdant trace. A symphony of growth unfolds, A masterpiece of life untold. Emerald leaves unfurling slow, Intricate patterns begin to show. A resurrection, nature's art, A story written from the heart. So remember well, as seasons turn, Life's cycles teach us to discern. Beneath the surface, stories hide, In nature's rhythm, side by side. Just like the tree that sheds its dress, We too face trials, nonetheless. But in the end, we find our way, Growing, blooming, come what may. Through the frost, through the pain, A warrior stands, in shadows reign. Beneath the bark, a fire remains, In spring's embrace, it breaks the chains. (Instrumental) Growing, Blooming, Come what may. (Instrumental) Just like the tree that sheds its dress, We too face trials, nevertheless. But in the end, we find our way, Growing Roaring Come what may!!!! (long outro) [Instrumental outro]