Spring in the forest of time
Peter Vollset, Thomas Sagbråten
The forest of time is budding now
Tiny moments on every branch
They're waiting to have their moment in the sunshine of your mind
Rolls on through to summertime
A green ocean blocks out the sky
Fighting their way into your attention
Into your eyes
One of these days you'll find yourself in a wind
Moments flying
Yellow and red
Dying or dead
So beautiful
You never saw
The forest floor is covered so
You know
The branches all are naked so
You know
The forest floor is covered so
You know
That from moments you'll never know
They grow