After,

the cold darkness,

in the heart of the forest.

Where birds are singing,

for the new born sun



In the womb of the leaves,

on the branches of the trees,

lies the treasure of the morning,

the pearls of light.



Carried away by the traculence of my world,

I got lost in the surch for enlightment

The blue rain,

Covered my roots and I forgot where I came from.



Carried away by the traculence of my world,

I got lost in the surch for enlightment

The blue rain,

Covered my roots and I forgot where I came from