Soft as silk the shell becomes the wheel
Intertwine our tiny stems, We rest
Morphing feathers, splendor of the great movement
Vibrant colors, circles multiply its grandeur

Seize the shades and store them in your eyes
Comprehend mutating semantics

Staring at the sleeping peacock
Glad to be a part of the awakening

What we missed?
How many lives left there?
These empty steps lead us here, this far
Since We pretended to be kings, of a life we lived as surrogates
Just to be across the edge, begging for a different end
But with broaden eyes we changed our way of perceiving what we have today;
Just to be across the edge, nothing ends, the seed is wet

Shape the nest and cherish the gift
And you'll see that digging is flying

And then he woke up...
« Is standing! Sing the praises, louder! »
In this unfolding path, we are the feathers
As a covey, We fly through the white unknown
As a thousand, just one will become
The drenching sword

In silence, passing through orchards
We searched for this light
For this wonder

I'm awake, magnificent and cruel
Seven jars are empty
Sorrow is weakness