Beauty and grace, that’s what you see
It’s the story of life, come and join me

The Fall winds blow, the elements freeze
The crocus blooms, a warm summer breeze

Through this cycle of life, we all do our dance

Started out as a bud on a great oak tree
And I soon asked myself, what am I to be

It unfolded for me as life pulsed through my veins
From the warmth of the sun and the gentle Spring rains

Were so many of us on that stately old tree
I helped provide shade for those below me

The children would swing and have so much fun
But I knew they were safe from the hot summer sun

Soon the squirrels appeared to gather our nuts
And my buddies warned me with no ifs ands or buts

Hang on tight dear friend, for soon the winds blow
And you’ll find yourself down on the ground far below

The next thing I knew I’d been carried away
And placed gently down on the beach by the bay

The snow’s falling down and the ice takes form
The cold has set in, I must keep myself warm

As my life cycle ends, it’s my very last chance
To make my last mark by doing my dance

So I move to and fro on this cold icy floor
And leave my imprint ‘fore I live never more

Now all that is left of my beauty and grace
Is the image you see on the ice that I traced