Ti'll I awake at Dawn

Diamond blue, Ruby red, Emerald green.

In nothingness I stand, where three colors I can see

Diamond blue, ruby red, emerald green.

In those colors, three different items I see,

and a voice I hear saying to choose what is right for me.

I head into the diamond blue

from which I could hear a soothing tune.

And deep within the heart of the mist

I see a crystalline river stream.

The reflection of the stream is clear,

so much that a window to the soul it tears.

The waters of the river is pure,

maybe even enough to clean my wounds.

The waters nice, but soon I must leave

for there are two choices waiting to be seen.

The next thing I face in the mist that's ruby red

is no more than a primrose that in a podium laid.

I try to grab it by its roots

but to my skin, too many needles brake through.

So by the pedals I handle it

hoping that in my hand, gently, they can stay.

Its scent it's fresh, like the morning dew.

It takes away all my troubles, sending them to the blues.

This glowing beauty will light my day,

even with so many splinters, for they are easy to evade.

Gently I put the flower back in its place

for I must keeping going my way.

And when I head into the deep green mist

in the ground lays a growing tree.

A little tree with only a few leafs

but when the wind hits, it's starts to dance and sing.

A tree that by itself, life it brings

and with that life, a scent of peace.

Admire it for many minutes, I did,

but afterwards my paste I must keep.

Back I am in the place where it began.

Three different choices now lay in my hand.

Three different ideas for me to understand.

One that heals, but keeps a steady move.

One that brings life to me and you.

One who can hurt, but can change my tune.

Three different choices now lay in my hand.

Red, green and blue, simple yet hard to understand.

And I must decide which one of these is right,

So when the time, my life they guide.