Gloomy, scary, peaceful
Being alone in this giant greenwood.
Remembering memories and creating new ones
That's what I am doing in this bubble of glass.
Sun, light, gold
Butterflies everywhere are what I like the most. White and pink flowers, passing through my hand right there looking at the warm sunset, taking its picture everyday.
Moon, cold, night
Nobody is outward at this time.
Tall trees, dark green
Feeling the absence of you not being with me.
Feeling free, the grass on my feet
Running and running, the wind is against me.
Silence and breeze is all that I hear
You will love this place, I will bring you in a year.