• Deep in a forest,
    By a river of gold,
    Lay down like a blanket,
    Earth's blanket was cold,
    Blowing air silenced,
    Trees all in lines,
    Waiting for something,
    To give them some signs,
    They wish for their future,
    They ask for a change,
    To move to true colors,
    For now they're deranged,
    The sun scared and hiding,
    The moon out in flight,
    The bird calls soon calling,
    With no birds in sight,
    For now Earth is sleeping,
    But soon it will wake,
    And once all is moving,
    This silence will shake.