We

We have become the river

That slowly moves beyond every fear

We. in the light of the arms of sun...

In the colors of the rainbow

And in the eternal land of the naive dreamer

Thru the everlasting panorama outside our home

Our love surely is endless,

Our love has become our grace...

And in the depth of the ocean

Where silence restrain we move

Where the profound feel no apprehension…

In a warm summers breeze

Because we listen we can hear its song

Because we listen we are blessed

And then we know

We have become the eventuation off angel’s battle

The leafs has now fallen

So a new beginning may come

The winter has past

- Therese Herheim