As a bright sky with unseen sunshine
Shines down on withered trees, with a hope entwined,
Bells ring out a glorious new morn
From such beauty and majesty of times of old,
Lightening a path, where all is reborn.
Along wild meadows where rivers trickle in delight,
And the freshness of rebirth touches us in a sharp coolness, from the air,
A wondrous journey, ahead, we find
Whilst tunes of old and new play out, from behind.
From a place which brings serenity,
Peacefulness in such creative beauty
In perfect time of all that's new
Where dreams of life renew!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem