Cooped up inside makes the day go by missed,
So open the door, don’t hide behind the mist.
You don’t know what’s out there, waiting to be found,
So step through the trees, explore the ground.
A drop of water can tell a tale,
Of a thousand journeys that go beyond the vale.
When behind the curtain, there are things you’ll miss,
Like a touch of Sun, or like true loves kiss.