Wind blowing through trees
The instruments of nature...

Watching as the sun comes down
Your shadow long upon the ground...

I am happy I am so rich
There is no way with you I'd switch...

Though we are silent 
A message conveys...

Blue is the colour of all our clear sky
Gray is the colour of clouds that float by...

Love is like a harp
You start by reading notes, but...

Although late at night
I don't mind the commotion...

When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...

A pencil in hand
Which came from a tree...

Sometimes the moon will speak to me
Just as you do with words...

I still get lost within moments
When I'm caught by your eye...

Sometimes love will set the scene
For this moment not to pass...