Thou art serenity and divine,
A calmness after the harsh winds,
Thou art so lovely and worthy,
A lovely dove who's worthy having wings.
Thou art like an empty pot,
Bare and free at firsthand above the hill.
Thou art patient for the clouds to stop crying,
Soaked under the rain and fought battles in silence.
As the heavens opened the sky and let the sun shine,
The blessing showered over thee and thou merrily receive it.
The glimmering ROYGBIV passed through thee,
A pot that was bare and lonely with yellow precious metal.
A pot of gold under the rainbow,
Is where thou can find her patience with principles and dreams inside her.