unless              at times one clearly sees, hate will uproot               all meaning from mother earth and her flute               will play no more and skies will be torn               and a grievous grief will soon be born               unless the sun descends deep into our life               unless we add meaning to endless strife               unless we touch living flowers each day               unless we love on though love look away              now this let us resolve , "love won't die out               or dampen within us, though at times we cry out               for clarity beyond the clouds, for a touch               of meaning when an extra bit is too much"               and this let us resolve "we will overturn               defeat into a lesson of love. We will burn               ourselves in a passion seeking the rays               of a fading life of more nights than days"               so that, each thorny day, flowers are born anew               children speak radiance that is bold and true               winter unfolds spring, deep within our hearts               in harmony we play our passionate parts               amidst all the noise and nonsense let us flatter               ourselves that the sun walks with us and we matter               that the song which awakened us will spread               some darkness unnamed won't leave our souls dead