The skies change over the seasons,
To match the time of the Earth's revolution,
In a time that we call a year,
On this beautiful blue sphere.
I wonder how we all cling on,
And hold tight and not fly off,
As we age and change and do our best,
And just let time do the rest.
It seems quite terrific,
With explanations that are scientific,
And to me it all seems just so surreal,
Like ghosts and other things ethereal.
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