And There Is Light
And there is light, among orange trees, among orange leaves,
In autumn, there is light.
As the seeds fall, as the fungus grows, there is light.
Among orange trees, as summer falls, as leaves crumble, as sponge bark weeps, there is light.
In damp woodland scents, there is light.
There is light.
There is still light.
Gold light still shines in the darkness.