The color of empty sky

I've woken up at dawn soundlessly The one inside me is floating roundedly And I hear the murmur of the waves Leaves... whisper The sound of the wind is born to blow I'm feeling boundless possibilities The one inside me is spreading through my limbs Shadow returns to me I open my eyes slowly again Like willow swings an arm The color of empty sky has changed The boundless possibilities I've touched Turning into my own size Then I can undress and walk To weave with The color of empty sky has changed I know I've lost my waxed wings But countless rootes have grown out of my skin To be grounded as a tree Stretching my arms Leaves dry and fall I bloom sounds watery As a tree of the forest Echo... Echo flows to you A tree named fountain The color of empty sky has changed The boundless possibilities I've touched Turning into my own size Then I can undress and walk To weave with The color of empty sky has changed I know I've lost my waxed wings But countless rootes have grown out of my skin To be grounded as a tree