Slow majestic sounds
Coming from all around
Flowers come falling down
The music that speaks to the soul
From dark to light
Making people fight
Turning it into something bright
The sun that shines down
Helps people of not to drown
Giving them something to swim to
Helping them come through
The darkness is gone
Then the violins break out into song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem