The seasons of earthly existence,
Breathing in the colours of humanity,

The spirit of autumn light glows,
Over the green and gold,

One day, upon the oceans of time,
Humanity will dance to the Beloved's song,

A lyric written at the dawn of awakening,
It shall release all glittering souls.

Treat your fellow human beings with warmth,
With compassion and with understanding,

Be patient and listen to their words,
Give them support and give them hope,

They hunger for the balm of acceptance,
Each day for them is a battle for existence.

The trees of summer fade away,
Their songs whisper upon the air,

Nations withering under occupation,
The lust grows for the earth's lifeblood,

There is no profit in war and invasion,
Only loss, deep and heavy,

Remember this, O Man,  
The seasons of existence are a circle,

The touch of life is light itself,
These bare branches will blossom again,

The Beloved's kingdom will glitter and pulse,
And the light will glow across us all.

Once…
We floated, we floated,

We sailed upon the waters of summer,
Carefree days,

Out there, across the banks of memory,
We shimmered and smiled,

The passing of decades shall not age us,
We brothers shall live on,

The ages may come and go,
The years may clog up our streets and homes,

Yet we shall never fade,
Our moment will ripple ever on upon the light,

Our lives are brief, so brief,
But we shall never fear the coming of the night,

This water, this boat, this moment,
This is home.

There was a time, O my Brothers, there was a time,
It was an age when we all played and shared together,

It was our time, it was our space,
And we kids explored the gardens and parks,

Running up hills, fishing in ponds,
Paddling in pools, and playing with puppies,

It was a time, O my Brothers, when time belonged to us,
We had time to spend and freely play,

Black or White, Christian or Muslim,
We knew the bond of true brotherhood,

In those fields of summer we screamed and sang,
Memories warm, and memories immortal,

No cars, no computers, no mobiles, no social media,
We had more, much more, we had the fields of summer,

We had a childhood without borders, flags, or fences,
This soil beneath our feet is where we spent our youth.

High up on a summer's day three roses did fly,
Each rose woven with a prayer for humanity,
Three roses, three dreams, three wishes,

First, a prayer of unity for the broken nations,
Second, a prayer of peace for a world polluted by war,
Third, a prayer of love for one and all,

The red maiden, summer's dazzling light,
She dances and sails on a sea of green,
A living and radiant flower.

In these fields of humanity's fragrant summer,
For a delicate moment she pauses and contemplates,

Upon that bridge of time's fading seasons,
She smiles and reflects upon the hope of humanity,

We are all children of the eternal Beloved,
And one day we shall all play freely and be as one,

One family, one nation, one world, one love,
And hate shall be but a distant memory.