Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden amidst the meadow's grass. Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would mistakenly conceive as just stationary and still.

Well I had a dream, I stood beneath an orange sky. Yes I had a dream, I stood beneath an orange sky. When I’ve thrown off the weight of this crazy stone, when I've lost all care for the things I own, it’s a long road we’ve been walking on. Here is what I know now, goes like this, in your love, my salvation lies.

Wherever you walk, cool glades shall fan the glade. Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade. Wherever you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, and all things flourish where you turn your eyes. I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

We rest here while we can, but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams, And we know by the morning, the wind will fill our sails to test the seams. The calm is on the water and part of us would linger by the shore. For ships are safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.

When you have a rainbow deep down in your heart, your smile will shine bright. You know you're a part of that colorful, magical, feeling you'll get to experience, when you have that rainbow appearing somewhere in your soul. We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won't need to tell anybody it does.

Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Why does it always rain on me? Even when the sun is shining, I can't avoid the lightning. Sunny days, where have you gone? I get the strangest feeling you belong. I can't close my eyes, I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights. Oh, where did the blue skies go?

Look at us, said the yellows blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you, motivate you, vitalize you. Flowers, never fail to intoxicate me.

I scraped through the doomsday, a long ago. I want these reminiscences to fade away, de novo. What still haunts me henceforth is your, afterglow. My mind illustrating in the effervescence of thy, shadow. I contrivanced a way to break the shackles, to undersow. Mementos were engraved in this muddled mind, I tried to go gun-ho.