Sparkling trees of silver foam

Cast shadows in winter home

Swaying branches breaking sound

Lonely forest trembling ground.

Masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew

Patterns understood by youreaching out beyond and before.

Timelike gold dustbrings mind down to hidden levels underground

Say a few words to the windthat's all that's left of winter's friend.



Reaching the snow in the days of the coldcasting a spell out of ice.

Now that you're gone

The summer's too long and it seems like the end of my life

Beyond and before.

Timelike gold dustbrings mind down.