She wears a flower

Behind her ear

So, a song of summer

She will hear

As she gathers leaves

Born of autumn

She holds on tightly

So they’re not forgotten

When a snowflake falls

To tickle her nose

When the blooms of spring

Rise from below

These days, too,

Will come and go

She wears a leaf

Behind her ear

So, a song of autumn

She will hear

Summer, autumn,

Winter, spring

In harmony

With them, she sings