I don’t really know
how to find the path
to our hidden childhood.

I remember all these wonderful
children, who we were
how our souls shone.

Now, we became older
only watching flowers
like snowflakes of time.

All we can do
is dreaming and remembering
all these undiscovered landscapes and… what.

We might wonder
about song of immortality
if we are ready to face it.

Only when our life is as it should to be
a path in shadow of Gods love
a humble life, that’s why eternal.