The days that pass so clear and fresh.
Night's glossy mantle fades and so does its moon.
Even in the city, with lighter hearts do we wake.
Life's truth seems better than the fantasies we make.

The quick rain that echoes a singing wind.
The golden light that illumines the azure vault.
The bright gleam of the sun in water.
It is delightful to forget; we cannot but halt.
To see the beauty given to Nature's daughter.

Often days seem sad; spent in a fever of pain.
Long are the hours spent lost and unfound.
Memories then unfold from where they have lain.
We wish to be free, to be unbound.
Pain is always our enemy, our earthly bane.

Soft memories come and shed their light.
Beauty, recalled, soothes the mind.
It lifts to twilight from deepest night.
Happiness comes, as sadness, to our kind.
It matters not that we burn, but are bright.