Flowers of peace are falling from the skies, our eyes with such whiteness become blind. I can't understand others, while I don't understand myself. Flowers of peace reach the earth I see, they dance gently around our feet. I can't see them, while I don't see myself. Flowers of peace pull softly my hands, they want to ask me for a favor. I can't listen to them, while I don't listen to myself. What did they whisper? I can't understand others, while I don't understand myself. Flowers of peace approach me, kissing the tree of my birth, and in such delight, I become a flower. I became a flower of peace, falling from radiant skies, until I reach you and blossom, together, as flowers of peace.
When there is no where to refuge, war seems to be coming closer. Who is manufacturing this war? We create a war if I can’t stand my family, if I can’t stand the dog barking, and even if I can’t stand myself. Why? The biggest war begins within, once you become a flower of peace, you can help others blossom. Are you already a flower of peace?