Quarantine Dream by Peter Power

Oh, all life,
Oh, figures of light.
And the love of the simple things,
The first flowers of spring.
Cold days left behind,
Changing all the time.
And things aren't quite as they seem,
Living the quarantine dream.
Sunlight in our eyes,
Shimmer across the sky.
And all things living die,
And all that lives will survive...

Oh, all life,
Oh, grateful inside.
And the love of the simple things,
A child's joy of a swing.
Laughter in her eyes,
Growing all of the time.
And things aren't quite as they seem,
Living the quarantine dream.
New days have begun,
Birds sing their song,
And all things living die,
And all that lives will survive...

• Ambient
• ambient
• home listening