It comes to life, and slow it rains,
It wanders through the heights and vales,
And far it goes to the deepest ocean,
Blackest space and whitest motion.
It views the stars like diamonds in line,
Sparkling, tinkling across the sky,
It beholds the uncommon magnitude,
Till the vastness shifts to lightest hue.
It hears the distant lonesome songs,
Yields to the yen to sing along,
It longs to laugh and yearns to cry,
Such was the haunting lullaby.
In earnest strive to abandon fear,
Tells to endure for all it holds dear,
And oft to persisting strife it goes,
But him, it keeps in the reddest rose.
Sarah Lalrinkimi Aineh 