In Silence Somewhere
Seasonal Symphony: Embracing Nature's Dance in 'In Silence Somewhere'
Lyrics
The rain tinkers and falls
The sound of rain is gentle and rhythmic as it falls.
The smell of damp oak
A scent reminiscent of wet oak is in the air.
The space to breath
A sense of freedom and openness is present.
Rich, soggy moss beneath bare feet
Walking on soft, damp moss without shoes underfoot.
Wood worms, song birds, poetry.
Nature elements like wood worms, songbirds, and poetry surround.
Seduced by the summer
Feeling enticed and captivated by the allure of summer.
The gold marks your shoulders,
The sun leaves golden marks on your shoulders.
The clouds your wings
Clouds in the sky resemble wings.
You shake yourself loose and follow your limbs
Shaking off constraints, freely following one's own limbs.
Shameless, carnal, blossoming.
Being unabashed, sensual, and blossoming.
But across that lake
On the other side of a lake.
Half a face
A partially hidden face.
Under the winter’s cold grip
Under the harsh grip of winter.
Is twisted in place
A twisted figure or situation.
‘’I’m only getting older!’’
Expression of concern about aging.
But the ice doesn’t break
Despite the cold, the ice does not break.
Submerged and solid
Being submerged and firm.
Half of you stays
Half of one's self remains in a challenging situation.
You scramble and build a bridge,
Attempting to overcome obstacles by building a bridge.
Waiting for the waters to wane
Waiting for difficulties to subside.
From those thin bits of timber
Using fragile materials to construct a path.
Your mind puts it together
Mentally piecing things together.
It is not the summer’s breath
Realizing that true freedom is not just the breath of summer or the cold of winter.
Or the winter’s sharp knife
Life is not solely defined by pleasant or harsh experiences.
That make or break a life
Challenges and joys don't determine the essence of life.
In fact, what it means to be free
True freedom is found in flowing with life's seasons.
Is to flow with the seasons
Embracing and adapting to the passing seasons.
That pass inbetween.
Life is shaped by the transitions between seasons.
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