Raindrops on tarmac glisten in the winter sun
For the fifth time
It means more to me than it ever has
The world is beautiful and painful in one, cold refreshing breath

The frost melts away, revealing nature's bounties 
Bright yellows, deep purples and soothing greens 
They dot the land that we walk on, separately. 
For the fifth time 

As the sun strengthens, shining harder 
The stubborn clouds remain the same
Playing peekaboo with the heat on the wet terrain
The warm water that caresses our skin is extraordinary 
For the fifth time 

The green turns to orange and yellow before it hits the ground 
The world and it's colour is magnificent 
Even in the biting winds that have arrived
Every sight is glorious and gruesome 
For the fifth time