I bow to the ground

Every year, the Queen of Seasons...
Is to days Seasons,
Spring arrives in pomp and state.
Summer is the seaside seasons and
arrives in hot love.
Autumn is the harvest and hunting season
with heavy passion for...
Winter is the season for ski and play,
cold and cosy. Only to use our fantasy. 

Life is fantastic, use your life to
what it is possible.
Yet nobody dies in the morning,
In the morning we live, I say !
Morning will push the walls back,
Thinking of all the joy with our life and
open the windows wide.

Shadows will fade in the corners;
No burden to weigh me down.
Nobody dies in the morning -
The sun starts its daily round !