A bit of beauty in chaos,A bit of chaos in beauty,A sweet harmony that’s always loved.
When the trees meet clouds over the horizon, there’s hope that rain doesn’t take a rain check!
Lost in the treesLost track of timeNo stopping to thinkIt’s soul’s candyland!
Breaks the soul or breaks the bottleStrange, wild things called hearts!
Vibrant colors splashedNature calls it paintingWe call it sunrise.