The darkness was hovering all over
Beauty in nature was never seen
Innocent infants grew older
The lashes of the forest were evergreen

No man could see it
For the spirit of love was never in them
Love restored their eyesight,
But no man recognised the light spirit in them

Those with tender hearts breathe out love
Gifted receivers breathe in the spirit
Spirit of love and hatred couldn’t move
and at last they both split

Love conquers and finds a dwelling place
and hatred leaves and finds no space