Lost flakes of falling snow blur the sky,
morning wind warms the bird's nests under the sun.
No battles fought, no wars to beat none to nowhere,
the leaves keep falling on, dancing to some song the wind tunes.

Sparrows keep chiming under the spring sun,
random beats of the heart rhyme the colors of fun.
Beats on the road, the foot on a song of its own,
on the road to lands of elven blue,
I keep forgetting the sign boards in the hum of a song.