Flowers open up
Shedding their essences
With soft wind blowing
They perform mystic dances
Rain has just gone
Sky is clear and blue
Valleys, dales and peaks
Are painted with a green hue
Lamps will be lit
Prayers will be sung
When evening descends
And slowly night goes strong
Flowers will sleep
Trees will not swoon
Silence will rule the land
With its stars and sweet moon
Finishing days work
Bodies are lost in peace
Dreaming about a new dawn
A gift from God with much bliss
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