As seasons start to change.

So, I was watching Fresh Prince of Bel Air and it was the episode with poetry and the black movement.

As seasons start to change

by Charles Chung

As seasons start to change,

and leaves start to fall.

There's One that never does,

the creator of it all.

Before time began,

and after time ended.

We ask ourselves one thing,

How did we spend it?

As we weep on our knees,

and feel the tears drip.

The pain and the sorrow,

we feel our hearts rip.

Oh God, Oh God,

Why have you forsaken me?

Did i do wrong?

Did i disobey thee?

Then God speaks a whisper,

and tells us this.

I love you my child,

give papa a kiss.

As the seasons start to change,

and leaves start to fall.

He'll never change,

and He'll never fall.