In everything that is created a symphony can be found
Though noises can quickly drown it; it will not cease to be
Can you not begin to hear it: this very peaceful melody.
The flowers they are singing. They are waving to and fro
The rhythm of their movements is inviting us to their show...
So quietly they are swaying and are sending us their song
Oh, listen to those wind streams : so much they're carring along...
The butterflies that are fluttering and the squirrels in the trees
Are singing of all of the wonderfulness and the endless ecstasies
Contained in every moment and in every second of every day
We have only to quiet our spirits to hear the secrets along our way.