There are sweet forest spirits
That dwell in ancient growth
Of clovers and moss
Dimly lit under beryl canopies
Near flowing waters
They would carry these great souls
Into undying peaceful lush of
Quiet happy memories and laughter
Forgetting the hardships laid upon them by war and hatred
The emptiness in their hearts will be filled
With warmth and love
being made whole once again.
All sorrow will be unmade
Playing as children dancing in the sun
On distant shores
With an eternal breeze on forever smiling faces
Calm blissful
Infinity