Dark is the night,
then day return the light.
Beautiful are the flowers,
looking too the clouds
for rendering of needed showers.
Still is the water
conveying rest for its inhabitant.
Calm are the stars
glowing too beautify the sky.
Peaceful is a land
that fear not the greed of man.
Happy will be the day
when love conquer all
and hate suffer
the eternal fall.
Ron