I remember lonely clouds, swimming,
Swimming in the open sky,
Diving for the world's golden pearl,
Yet the waters turn to oil, and the other pearls play.
I recall trees coming to life, whispering,
Whispering to the leaves,
It will be alright, Mother is kind,
Yet the fallen turn to dust, and the other leaves pray.
I'm reminded of the birds, singing,
Singing their melodic tune,
Awakening the forests,
Yet the forests turn to houses, and we sleep away the day.
