Chattering birds,
Blossoming flowers,
Can all disappear
In a blink of the eye
The sky could turn dark and be filled with gray clouds
The birds could stop singing and fly away
The flowers can die and fall to the ground
Don't worry
Have faith
And hope
For something pure and admirable
That will bring
Better things
The massive clouds will bring rain
To revive the new blooming flowers
The beautiful flowers will call
The little birds back to their home
The sky will turn blue again
Because if it is night here
It will be morning on the other side of the world
So somewhere the flowers will blossom
The birds will chatter
The skies will be blue
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