Cifrebze: Simgera

seasons dictate the color of our earth, spinning in an endless circle.

senses translate the universe into our souls—taste, touch, sight, scent, and sound.

are the fingers on my hand, making a wave so big and grand.

Numbers here and numbers there, moving through the open air!Count them up and count them down, the happiest song in the entire town! Verse 2:

is the triangle of past, present, and future, pulling us forward. Stanza 2: The Architecture of Memory