Flowers of Peace

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.