A son goes back to his mother womb
there he is received with much clamor
he is a beloved son returning home
a home that will allways be for him

The leaves are falling from the trees
the winter is coming, with white cold
great springs will follow with joy and colors
and a summer light of eternal rest

The beauty of a tree when in the beggining
will be the same in the forgetting shadow
a history will remain in the pure hearts
of those who stayed to remember

Hug him, caress him, love him
some day thy also will part
and when thy arrive a blossom will come
for the same circle again shall start

Mother earth so painfully suffers
for every children that has to embrace
for there thy will grow and learn to love
until the day of a new clean rebirth

Her soil is the most pure of nectars and light
her roots are the nutring spirit and love
the trunk the strenght and will shall be
when the beauty for the banches and leafs remains!

In memorial... for those who crossed to summerland... 


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