God still makes the world go round,

we spin only to its tune.

Its melody is universal,

we dance, and flow, yet bloom.

Harmony must be perpetual,

there are no mountains that can't be reached.

We will ascend like lanbs and goats,

like eagles soar to the highest peak!

Though storms may come as oceans,

with lightenings, thunder, and the rain.

One still can see the road ahead,

some obstruction but the truth is plain.

As the sun dawns this horizon,

and its rays help us to rise.

May this day we enjoy each other,

and the beauty that we have inside!