"The pain will be passing"
the wild winds cried out
to Mother Nature.The hour
calls for contemplation, acute
contemplation. The Sun with
hope in his heart, bode farewell
by gently kissing the horizon.
For he knows,when this veil
of pain shall be lifted,the grace of
heaven will fall upon this earth,and
so pure will be the phenomena that
even the gods would stand still.
So,in spite of the pain,Mother Nature
puts up a gracious smile in the flowers,
the unknown fear of darkness alleviated
by the Moon,whose pure light spreads hope
of the coming miracle,tearing the darkness
the immortal song of the Nightingale pulsate
in every soul,fireflies decorate the glade with
a burning passion for life,above,the stars,splendors
of the spirit, gaze upon Mother Nature to seek and offer
blessing to their loved ones.
It is then when her Pain subsides, and she absorbs all
the joy of the world to proclaim the birth of Night.