The sun she rises over quiet lake.
To let the snow know that there’s no mistake.
To let the morning know that she’s alive.
To let earth know that she will survive
The folly of mankind and all his wars
The pain, disfigurement and all the scars,
Through senseless deeds he’s left upon her face,
Yet fleeting deeds that time will soon erase.
And in the end when all is said and done,
We’ll have the lake, the earth, the snow, the sun.
Photo image: by Imam Zaid Shakir