After War

In the past of wars that blight the earth

There will shine new spring days

and the earth will raise the fragrance

of the first day

Arias filled with the harmony

of every songbird in unison

will sing in joy.

Blossoms and flowers will wear their finest.

Fruit will be hanging from every bough.

Days of war and loss will be unknown.

Nature will whisper its secrets

to the renewing world.

All will be as it was before we came.

Abundance in innocence and purity

Once again.

There will shine new spring days