Colors of the rainbow
in the little flowers...
I saw the droplet in the sun
just resting on a flower...
The snowcapped mountains shine with pride,
Just like the moon in the cold night sky...
Brambles crossed and brushed the
trees...
When clovers are bound,
And dew is aground...
I want to fly away
Touch the sky...
Snowflakes glisten
as the sun shines down...
The cold wind whispers
My heart shivers, winter comes...
Hoarding the summer air
I pace my run down the forest path...
Looking down a white path
and all that you can see...
From the deep and
Into the sky...
The cool wind blows through the trees
Letting a haunting whistle travel the land...