Fly away in the winter sky, soar, dear bird, in the summer night, 

from Sakurajima Island to Victoria Falls.

 The beauty of which is a prick in the thorns of the rose.

 From the icy cold waters to the hottest of springs. 

Oh, how I yearn for the embrace of the Autumn ring and the dancing of the night’s leaves.

Hear the orchestral symphony of nature’s call, 

from the Great Wall of China to the Zambezi River.

 Feel the polar waters of the Arctic oceans melt away within the blanket of time.

Hear it nurture the lives of none as it loses its eternal melody of peace in the waste of an invasive form.

 Feel the outcry of their pain as the call for the vitality of the spring's laughter in the days of its global change,

 as calamities of rage befall the world and shake the foundations of our homes.

See it change as it is reborn in the womb of its Earthly mother 

and Heavenly father in the Cycle of Spring with its earthly brothers and sisters,

 in the summer Gardens of the Amazon forests.