It gave and nurtured,
the laughing, exuberant, innocent world,
its song rang, the Sun glared down
on its colorful dawn.
It sang about the summer,
an arising but still pale flower,
it was living its life, a light colored
its fine, beautiful voice.
A wandering breeze answered,
told a beautiful ancient legend
about the tree reaching the sky, amid its foliage
the evening star.
Under the night sky
the flame of the one star is on its way,
it shines though alight it’s not, and finally
it’ll arrive into summer again.
The Light will bring a new life,
a new life, flames and hope,
our world will finally arrive into Summer again,
when the light of the dawn reaches the sky.