Rushing, running to see the bright fireworks
Wear your hats, warm your hands!
The ground feels the stompstompstomp of people
The bonfire awaits us!
Absorbing the light and smell, the sky thinks
It hurts, it blinds, it stinks
The grass takes the ashes of fellow trees
Goodbye, old friend! It speaks. 

A cold time it is now 
No burning or stomping any longer 
A cold time it is now 
The trees are naked, bearing the cruel storm
Cloudy skies, hidden grass 
Stars above pretend to be guiding lights 
Reindeer tread in white snow
"How they twinkle twinkle twinkle at night!"

Making crowns with daisies
Welcome ducks, kits and tadpoles; all things new!
April showers outside 
Welcome back leaves, flowers and sky so blue! 
The park feels so alive!
In search for something bright, fun-shaped
Kids will run down the moor
Slipping in the mud, oh! To feel so young!

Browning grass, orange leaves
Humidity in the air, no one speaks 
The kits become rabbits 
Discomfort in the air, no one complains 
The sunflowers smile up
Farmers pick the weeds and harvest the lamb 
Kids cry and ice cream melts 
Sweet cold I thought I'd never miss! It laughs.