The color of empty sky

Ive woken up at dawn soundlessly
The one inside me is floating roundedly

And I hear the murmur of the waves

Leaves ... whisper

The sound of the wind is born to blow

Im feeling boundless possibilities


The one inside me is spreading through my limbs
Shadow returns to me

I open my eyes slowly again
Like willow swings an arm

The color of empty sky has changed
The boundless possibilities Ive touched
Turning into my own size
Then I can undress and walk
To weave with
The color of empty sky has changed
I know Ive lost my waxed wings
But countless rootes have grown our of my skin
To be grounded as a tree

Stretching my arms

Leaves dry and fall

I bloom sounds watery
As a tree of the forest

Echo... Echo flows to you

A tree named fountain

The color of empty sky has changed
The boundless possibilities Ive touched
Turning into my own size
Then I can undress and walk
To weave with
The color of empty sky has changed
I know Ive lost my waxed wings
But countless rootes have grown our of my skin
To be grounded as a tree

Lala Olalala...