Listen

Listen to the horizon,
listen to the wind that blows in the garden.
Listen, to the silence of this place.
Listen.

Watch the darkness take control,
upon all the mountain in the horizon,
it climbs upon the snowy tops,
listen.

Listen, for the birds fly away,
listen to what the breeze has to say.
So listen to the new day.

The path has passed into a shadow,
and the day melt to a silhouette.
Silence has the power to resound,
it has the power to recreate again,
so listen to the view of the shadow on your window pane.

Watch the darkness take control,
upon all the mountain in the horizon,
it climbs upon the snowy tops,
listen.

Listen now.