With every changing season
the sky has seemed to say,
lift your thoughts toward heaven
come and fly away.
Through life there is a beckon
toward a final flight,
the seasons are preparing
a change from faith to sight.
And then one day it can be heard,
seems nature hears it too.
The time has come to journey
to a place prepared for you.
Rising toward the cloudless day
on gentle winds to glide,
toward that final season
where eternity abides.