Like the rain that pours in the arid backlands,
making blossom the most shriveled of branches
I will work my days!
I will cultivate friendships
And, with all willpower,
I will perpetuate peace!
I will defend nature!
I will delight my eyes with such beauty.
And, by greater force,
I will compose from the primest melody
Charms of sympathy.
I will profuse embraces,
I will cheer up souls.
I will walk together.
And even when I’m out of things to say,
I will bid cheers to silence!
And who knows, maybe one day,
And seeing life as celebration,
I will be rain pouring in aridness!