In these blankets of green,

new seeds are sown,

and new paths are leading into the unknown.

In these blankets of green,

he bathes in the light,

of the sun that had chased away that dreadful night.

In these new waters,

a new man was born.

No meaning left to whatever he'd sworn.

The sun and the moon

and the water and the sky,

all wait for him to live,

and for his old ways

to die.