It's the perfect season
To be looking for a reason
About why we live
About how we'll die
As the winds are blowing
And the leaves are growing
See my spirit glowing
With the light of creation
Hear the ghosts of the past
Of human race
Learn from what that scars
Upon your face
Hear your forefathers' voices
Ringing clear
The answers to your questions
Glide in the air
Words of wisdom glisten
Like gold that's sprinkled
Golden webs of dew found
In early morn'
It's up to us to listen
Taking them what we need
Naturing and watching them grow
Reap and you shall sow
Hear the ghosts of the past
Of human race
Learn from what that scars
Upon your face
Hear the voice of Gaia
Ringing clear
The answers to your questions
Glide in the air