Spiral down in the green fields

You forgive for the peace of life,

for the equilibrium of this world.

It’s just that sometimes you shred your whole being

and be born again.

I guess that’s not always a bad thing?

To be reborn out of love,

to feel the wind stroke you face,

to tremble when you fear,

to spiral-down, tip-toe, and dance among shades of green fields,

to reach for the stars you wouldn’t have dared, if we hadn’t met.

To hear all the sounds in this world, make melodies

and still wish to exist

with you.