In a twenty four hour cycle
The earth, like a top, will spin
Day is where the sunshine falls
Night is where the light has been.
The earth goes on another trip
It circles round the sun
It takes a year to make one lap
Four seasons, and it's done.
Our seasons vary in their length
And in-ten-sity
With the height and distance from the poles
And influence of the sea.
For four and one half billion years
Mother earth she's hard to tame
Because the chosen route is round
Things change, but stay the same.