In my mind's eyes I see the path

To the gates of child's land

Fluffy moss under my feet

My hair talking with the wind

Drops of rain which have just fallen down

Like the pearls on conweb's cover



I ask who we are

The candle lights

Waiting for unquiet wind

A crooled mirror of space

A handful of ash which wants to

Become the diamond



Although the Time is mocking at us o openly

He is laughing at us

Setting its face against us

We are not able

To rule over the current of his stream



In my mind's eyes I see the trees

Which are trying to touch the sky

With their whispering arms

Old tales are being told by the bird

Just opening the arms is enough

To be soared up by the wind



Although the Time is mocking at us o openly

He is laughing at us

Setting its face against us

We are not able

To rule over the current of his stream



The Nature answers

We are what we believe