A strange vision in rhapsody, Will be in the trajectory, It is the yellow, bright in the blue, Shattered is the night in hue, Dawn strings to a melody, Twilight turns to night slowly. So many humans in trance, Will see it in a glance, The mute goodness in truth, A relative perplexity, Soaked in diversity.
A rapturous vision heavenly, Will come forth suddenly, In sync with cosmos, Are amoral visions.
