As whistling winds run through my hair,'long pleasant April weather...I feel the hope that everywhere...People are brought together!From waving grain to open plainFrom sea to open sea,The moon shines bright in darkest night...As sunlight kisses tenderly...The birds soar higher into sky,with fellow brethren of the wing...The wolf now lying with the lamb,As they begin to sing!Such loft groves that we now grow...The path of Man to raise it...The cherry tree, so plain to see...And flowers by the lin