I close my eyes. The lantern dies. The scent of awakening. Wildhoney and dew. . Childhood games. Woods and lakes. Streams of silver. Toys of olden days. . Meadows of heaven. Meadows of
Snow is softly falling. Look at how it's coming. Yeah, I'm thinking of you. And I know what's true. Sparkling meadows. A thousand stars are shining. Fall in colours blinding. Rainbows in the