Living in glass houses
Living in glass houses
There’s always something to see
Pick a window and take a look
Four seasons stem from one tree
To the north we have spring
Subtle and stalwart
With occasional showers
That always bring comfort
To the east summer stands
Bright and bold
With head held high
She never grows old
To the South sits autumn
On her throne colors
Her land is a canvas
Of soldiers and lovers
To the west we see winter
Sublime and majestic
The snow that she makes
Carries wishes with magic
And in the center of the house
The mother she stands
Watching over
Protecting this land
Living in glass houses
I don’t know where to start
Without her
My world would fall apart
There’s always something to see
Pick a window and take a look
Four seasons stem from one tree
To the north we have spring
Subtle and stalwart
With occasional showers
That always bring comfort
To the east summer stands
Bright and bold
With head held high
She never grows old
To the South sits autumn
On her throne colors
Her land is a canvas
Of soldiers and lovers
To the west we see winter
Sublime and majestic
The snow that she makes
Carries wishes with magic
And in the center of the house
The mother she stands
Watching over
Protecting this land
Living in glass houses
I don’t know where to start
Without her
My world would fall apart
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