On a gloomy day from murky morn, I
flew a kite to know the world
soaring it high up the sky
in quest of love and harmony

The world is a disgrace
Painful, but true
nightmares and fears
cataracts of worry clouding eyes

Hoping, out of the dark grace will come
face alive with vigor
with delight
splendid in new realm

Both rich and poor in solidarity
east and west in unison
trusting their neighbors enough to care and share
then, stars will sprinkle showing elated light

Breeze from soul kissing the face
peace will get lost nowhere without a trace
just look! There’s a glimpse of heaven, freedom, life; no need to chase
everything feels better, its presence, its grace.