Whispering of the goldfinch under the plane tree’s shade,
The transformation of the caterpillar into the butterfly,
In the heart’s garden that encompasses subtleties,
Abundance of flowers manifest in clusters.
A realm born from the festivity of colors,
In hearts, a celebration, in harmony with society,
In a spacious square,
Painting hearts with the unparalleled color of unity.
While hearts are in search,
It’s the breeze of delicate souls that blows,
When the shadow of ancestors falls to the ground,
Endeavors roar like a river, akin to a surge.
