Blown　in the wind The wind comes from the origin of my roots Glittering is the light of pink, orange, yellow and green. Ligths which comes straight in to my heart Sweet blue incent of the ocean the color of the tiny pink shells like the baby’s nail The sight brings me to the time of the past The past revives and now lives on ,shines brillantly in the light of the future I hear the voice and my soul is fullfilled with the light