Lyric

Sunrise painting the window pane

Soft light kissing the floor again

Dust motes dancing in the air

A new day a fresh affair

Something’s shifting

Lightly lifting

Petals drifting down so slow

Whispers of where dreams can go

Petals drifting soft and low

A quiet renewal a gentle glow

Old leaves crumble to the ground

No sad sigh no mournful sound

Just a space for something new

A brand new shade of morning blue

What was lost can be found

Spinning round and round

A tiny seed a mighty tree

This is how it’s meant to be