Wet among leaves,
hidden, the birds sit
Hear about weather
cold a bit
“The sun will rise
high to make our feathers dry
And towards our
prey we'll soon fly.”
Under the soil deep,
soundly sleep the seeds
Listen the quest of
decay as weeds
“The sun will rise
high to make rays sing
Opening our eyes we'll soon swing.”
Covered with ice,
the dales calmly rest
Face a puzzle
whether freeze next
“The sun will rise
high to melt all snow
Plants again bloom
no doubt you know.”
Thick dark clouds
spread in horizon bright
Listen a doubt ‘does
come light?’
“The sun will rise
high to make winds blow
Away all clouds and
sky will glow.”
The worried, the rejected,
the tortured, the lost
Confuse, puzzle,
and lament a lot;
Get courage enough
when hear a sweet
Voice heavenly the
voice soft;
“The sun of eternal
truth, the immaculate right
The sun of endless peace,
the universal light,
The sun of justice,
the sun of immortal love
Will rise, will
rise soon and rule above.”
