With all the beauty
Like the whiteness of the bosom of the cold and dampened ground after when we find that it snows
Like the graceful swan swimming through the crystal color pond as her splendor, sweetly glows
With all the Beauty with all the magnificence, loveliness, and brilliance that always flows.

With all the beauty
Like that eagle hanging his head with pride in the sun-drenched azure colored sky flying ever so high
Spreading its strong but tired wings ever majestically and brightly, clear for the entire world to see
With all the vision, we should wish to see.

With all the beauty
A smiling child sweetly dreams what she yearns to achieve
All the super- magnificence fantasy she can safely believe
All the ache of maturity we can never be able to relieve.


With all the beauty
Of hard work, dedication and steadfast resolution the farmer’s crop he should sow
Long hours and sweaty- drenched summer days under the scorching sun, his harvest, it will flow
With the perseverance, ardor, and fortitude we will never know.


Like that ever so beautiful swan in the blueness of the pond
Like the determined dreamer dreaming even when the world passes by
With the child like vision, we will never dreaming when the day draws nigh
Should our weary spirit soar so high?