After The Storm

See the fields, wasted land It seems life was taken away Mountains turned grey Clouds turned dark Colours have changed Senses disturbed A shadow is lying upon a green hill The flowers asleep, the world stands still At once For all After the storm After the storm Smell the air of wasted land It seems beauty was taken away Valleys turned grey Sun turned dark Colours have changed Senses disturbed A shadow disappears from a green tree The flowers awake, the world's getting free