The rays of the sun make their way through the trees in the snow-covered forestThe rays of the sun make their way through the trees in the snow-covered forest
Young blades of grass make their way out from under the snowYoung blades of grass make their way out from under the snow
I'm on my way and i don't have any worries and worriesI'm on my way and I don't have any worries and worries
The sprout has made its way in the bustle of the cityThe sprout has made its way in the bustle of the city