[Lyric] Forest Almost Burning (Plenty)

See him trample on the dead leaves
With the forest almost burning;
Making patterns with his footprints
Breaking silence with his dreams

Watch him shaping life from wet clay
With the forest brightly burning;
Making patterns with his fingers
Taking symbols from his dream

When all language seems quite useless
With the forest burnt to the ground
And the apple of corruption
Breaks the silence of his dream…