The trees look blue at this time
Leaves of different hues, fallen upon a lake
The starry skies hung overhead
A jet black sheet cut out and stretched tight

Out to sea, ships lurk in the storm
Without the spraying water to carry them
Moving endlessly with the wind
The soul has lost its way

A breeze rushes through the many flowers
Gracing this beautiful patch of greenery
The hollow shell of winter left behind
You can still find the glaciers

Staring out into the skies on this lonely night
I can hear some distant cry under the moon
This time, it is a sound carried by the angels
Pushing aside the clouds to let in the light

Beams of blue and white fall upon tired eyes
The trees hold their leaves by their frail fingers
Hours pass, there's no sound anymore
No gashes, no bruises - just the last crack of a branch