In my mind's eyes I see the pathnTo the gates of child's landnFluffy moss under my feetnMy hair talking with the windnDrops of rain which have just fallen downnLike the pearls on conweb's covernnI ask who we arenThe candle lightsnWaiting for unquiet windnA crooled mirror of spacenA handful of ash which wants tonBecome the diamondnnAlthough the Time is mocking at us o openlynHe is laughing at usnSetting its face against usnWe are not ablenTo rule over the current of his streamnnIn my mind's eyes I see the treesnWhich are trying to touch the skynWith their whispering armsnOld tales are being told by the birdnJust opening the arms is enoughnTo be soared up by the windnnAlthough the Time is mocking at us o openlynHe is laughing at usnSetting its face against usnWe are not ablenTo rule over the current of his streamnnThe Nature answersnWe are what we believenn