The progress of December

1.

 

The progress of December;
a white coat on everything
but Nature still remembers
dreams and magic of the Spring.

 

Some prefer to feel the cold
bare branches of the truth
I still love the summer gold;
her beauty as my proof.

 

Chorus:

 

Then I see through ancient eyes
that Summertime's just a disguise
for something ageless; an angel light,
like a bird cageless, my soul takes flight.

 

2.

 

The progress of December
brings new shining Christmas toys
but some can still remember
all the Springtimes simpler joys.

 

Winter makes things uniform;
ice cold and crystal clear.
Nature, wonders still performs
when Springtime reappears.

 

Chorus:
Then I see through ancient eyes
that Summertime's just a disguise
for something ageless; an angel light,
like a bird cageless, my soul takes flight.