The Gates of the Green - Delight

In my mind’s eyes I see the path\nTo the gates of child’s land\nFluffy moss under my feet\nMy hair talking with the wind\nDrops of rain which have just fallen down\nLike the pearls on conweb’s cover\nI ask who we are\nThe candle lights\nWaiting for unquiet wind\nA crooled mirror of space\nA handful of ash which wants to\nBecome the diamond\nAlthough the Time is mocking at us o openly\nHe is laughing at us\nSetting its face against us\nWe are not able\nTo rule over the current of his stream\nIn my mind’s eyes I see the trees\nWhich are trying to touch the sky\nWith their whispering arms\nOld tales are being told by the bird\nJust opening the arms is enough\nTo be soared up by the wind\nAlthough the Time is mocking at us o openly\nHe is laughing at us\nSetting its face against us\nWe are not able\nTo rule over the current of his stream\nThe Nature answers\nWe are what we believe