"And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know
My whole world stands in front of me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back to the soil"
Yellow leaves fall from branches like ballerinas. I squint my eyes to blur the colours as I walk. Each morning the trees are a little more naked. The colours are fading fast from the landscape and I am not ready for winter.