Take away
These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind
Blows out my candles.
Feeling, only fear,
Without any hope.

After
the cold darkness,
in the heart of the forest.
Where birds are singing,
for the new born sun

In the womb of the leaves,
on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure in the morning,
the pearls of light.