Let us lend our armor of softness
To Mother Nature,
Let us brush newborn leaves against
The human mind,
And conjure, with our creativity,
Dreams of forests growing safely
Under a clear and peaceful sky,
Minding nothing but their own
Every life is a Spring,
A hopeful and fragile thing,
With heavy rains and sunny days,
Our life in every breath.
So new and curious and strange
The path is laid before us,
Yet willfully we bend and push
Our spirit in every step.