Birds spoke to sky,
Let our wings fly,
Sky spoke to sun rays,
Let their eyes stare your gaze,
Rays spoke to moon,
Do not let them come to swoom,
Moon spoke to trees,
Let them stay with your bees!!
As the sun always rises in the east,
It never bows down before the beast,
Always kisses the earth with its gentle wings,
Clasp the earth as it is
And stow that youth rays in every thing.