the world is laying down
to rest and sleep
just all the creatures
who weren't seen for long
now they are moving, moving on
it seems to me
the blossoms they are keen
they spread their life
across the green
only they aren't really seen
a whisper in the wind
there's noone who listened
before it was a storm
now it is going on and on
I wonder for how long?
a broken stairway
is leading up the hill
little dots of powerful
flowers breaking the red
paving stone at last