The song of the angels
In the moonlight of the dusk,
when the earth is silent,
I hear the angels sing,
on the melody of the nightingale.
When the sunlight wakes from her slumber,
the nightingale keeps silent in the moonlight,
but the song of the angels goes on,
where the hummingbird finds her nectar.
The sweet nectar makes the soul sing,
on the song of the angels,
so we can arise the earth from her ashes,
hand in hand with the hummingbird.
Just like seeds that spread on the wind,
to cover the earth with all that lives,
joy give birth to joy,
and peace finds a resting place in the soul.
But the song of the angels goes through all the ages,
and in the eye of the storm will be peace,
so the clanking swords fall silent,
and fire disappears in her ashes.
Then the earth will be dressed in peaceful green,
and all the nations will sing hand in hand,
the song of the angels.