I woke up in the midst of the haze,
That slowly tied my gaze,
Upon the horror of the nothing,
I could see on this mountain.
As the sun slowly rose,
And the fog come to death,
I walk down the path,
That opened upon myself.
The flower were blossoming,
And a river was flowing,
As my step were crunching the leaves,
A little cloud come out between my lips.
I run up the hill, searching for the sun,
My hearth was fastly beating
And my mind louldy screaming,
Until I found the view I was looking for:
The beauty of the World was under me,
And after seeing it from this height,
I started to walk down this steep hill,
Remembering how beautiful Nature is.
