Spires of clearest glass
As they would seem upside down
Dripping clean water
Spires of clearest glass
As they would seem upside down
Dripping clean water
At last I see green
And smell coming spring’s fresh scent
And my heart lightens
Little symphonies
Ever dancing ’round my head
Songs both glad and blue
Ten thousand years past
To us, an eternity
Yet no time at all
I want to look down
Upon rivers and forests
To climb grand mountains
As the sun shines in
I gaze out in endless awe
At the sparkling snow
Wide, bright horizons
O’er epic tales of courage
Rolling through my mind
Warmest orange light
Touching flowers on the ground
Blessing them with life
So many treasures
From all across the wide world
Hist’ry in a room
A man whom oft lies
Focused only on himself
He oft dies alone.