After the cold darkness,
in the heart of the forest
where birds are singing,
for the newborn sun
in the womb of the leaves,
on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning,
the pearls of light
carried away by the traculence of my world
i got lost in the search for enlightment
the blue rain
covered my roots
and i forgot where i came from

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