My birthday month gone,
And I’m a little older,
Older but wiser?
The grass is growing,
Its tall blade stretching upwards,
Waving at the sun.
Trees are in bud too,
Soon their light green leaves will show,
Spring will have arrived.
As complex as simple is.
My birthday month gone,
And I’m a little older,
Older but wiser?
The grass is growing,
Its tall blade stretching upwards,
Waving at the sun.
Trees are in bud too,
Soon their light green leaves will show,
Spring will have arrived.