We are connected to the seasons
In winter the tree is bare
And we cover ourselves and shut ourselves in
A cycle, a rite, a well-orchestrated rhythm
After autumn comes winter
After winter comes spring
Soon the seasons will change their pace
They will shift, overlap, fade
Humans will change their ways
They will unfold, listen, dare
They will listen to their dreams
Like a tree in winter, at first there will be no leaves
They will be born thanks to the force of nature
To the force of their nature

We are a few steps away from taking things into our own hands
Changing our lives by our own means, our own desires
Sometimes humans start to listen to themselves
When there are only a few branches left around them
While we need green leaves in our life

So try, desire, dream
Plant the seeds of audacity and courage at the foot of your tree
To bring in colors

Plant the seeds of audacity and courage at the foot of your tree
To bring in colors

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