The stars seem to wink back at you

Telling you to believe

There are fairies and ghosts

But tonight there is only peace

Birds flutter by

The trees seem to be whispering to one another

And brushing their leaves

Leaving traces of love and kindness

As day dawns

One can bright shades of pink, orange, read, and blue.

As if someone painted on it like canvas

And the world has become a scenic beauty

And then night comes around again

And the nightingale sings like a harp

And the trees brush past each other

While the stars blink back at us.

Children around the world are asleep.

They shut their eyes and imagine.

Resting peacefully, they do not suspect

the events of the New Day.

The stars seem to wink back at you

Telling you to believe

There are fairies and ghosts

But tonight there is only peace

Birds flutter by

The trees seem to be whispering to one another

And brushing their leaves

Leaving traces of love and kindness

As day dawns

One can bright shades of pink, orange, read, and blue.

As if someone painted on it like canvas

And the world has become a scenic beauty

And then night comes around again

And the nightingale sings like a harp

And the trees brush past each other

While the stars blink back at us.

Children around the world are asleep.

They shut their eyes and imagine.

Resting peacefully, they do not suspect

the events of the New Day.