Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,
Its magnificence can never dry until the end of time
The dew drops of the early morning rain
And the mist of immortality redeem as painted in the nature’s mind…
Though nothing can bring back the moment of glory in the flower
The loveliness remain in the memory of the Zephyr’s wind
That blew the petals into lonesome ground
But when God touches them
They bloom into their most vibrant beauty.
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
Their beauty have painted the earth with colors
No one shall ever fail to remember.
Though no one can return to heavens of the past, and to beautiful bliss of wasted memories
My heart is like a time machine, beating with freshness of delightful history – so vivid, so sweet
Trav’ling to over and done reminiscence, grateful I am for this heart
That can journey and unite the beauty of the past to surprises of tomorrows.
And by Almighty God’s grandeur
Life is but a cycle of wonders.