Rejoice

In a dark starless night
from scented flowers I rise
Towards the evil birds in sky
I look with some surprise!

Flaunting my pure white gown
I look at the moon and frown
And the birds fly away
The moon looks down!

"A fragile girl is scorned
With fragrance she is adorned
The night is surprised
By the way she is adored!"

I am awake with an intent
For which I've been sent
To turn the dirt into flowers
To make the devils repent!

I rise from the scented flowers
Blessed with wings and powers
To turn the devils into angels
As they bathe in immortal shower.

Bless the devils that shout
And sing O wind sing loud
It's time for us to rejoice
With sheer joy and be proud.