Looking out across the emerald valley
That today lies hidden under a shroud of grey
I wish for the sun to raise its head
And lift this shroud away

The beauty that hangs from heavens floor
It is concealed from my eye
Yet I know that the blue above
Still paints the shielded sky

The Forrest rest low in the valley far
Though it is but a ghost unseen
It lies painted by the masters hand
In shades of brown and green

There is also beauty in the grey
Though it is harder seen
While looking through the heavy fog
Still there lies the blue and green

The cold grey mist causes me to ponder
The things I hold the dearest
Sometimes it is through the grey
That I can see my life the clearest