White curtains
Suns coming
I see a thousand
Specks of dust floating
I thought maybe
There's more than this
Than we thought

Sparkling specks
Of dust

The dead tree
Is living again
Slowly turning green

We are starting
To come back to life

the curtains moving
breathing in
let it out

clear view ahead
the mountains
can be seen
down


It's the time
to grow warm
It's time to let go