every winter dies in sunlight, only to be born again

and the rainfall feeds the forests while the lightning strikes the trees

turning giants into dust fertile ashes on the ground

i see them going down to the water

where they embrace the silent waves

slowly they're swallowed by the water

and their breath ascending to the sky

i see them now floating in the water

carried away, carried away

i see wasteland turn into gardens watching oceans giving birth

to fragile little creatures born to grow and multiply

and the children of the children of the firstborn claims the land

building fences for protection from their brothers greedy grasp

i watch kingdom rise and crumble and the nations come and go

only new names for the same things once the limits has been reached

now i see them lose their intrest in trhe deeds that have been done

and the wisdom that's been found, as they return whence they came.