The world around you seems to shine,
The air you breath seems pure and fine.
No hard feelings, no bitterness--
Just kind feelings and happiness.

The feathery bird swings a sweet song;
Kindness to others is never wrong.
Love develops and gently grows
Until it blossoms like a lovely rose.

The sun shines so hot and bright,
It penetrates darkness and turns it to light.
Trees grow green with leafy spread,
The ones in dark fall rotten and dead.

All this, God be willing
For those who adopt a simple feeling.
Many will fall, weak and blind,
Those that live will be humble and kind.