Through the evening fragrances of a million lillies,

the garden spread across for miles,

its just another day for them,

while the sun lowers it’s crown, sharing the kingship with the moon.

its just another day for them,

while the moon rises to the helm and shimmers the rays of ecstasy.

its just another day for the million lillies out there,

while bees buzz and the lightnings like a fuzz,

take away the nectar and peace of the world around.

The Queen of the night bestows the garden with her pearlish glow,

the stealing bees have no place to hide and the lightnings have nothing to break.

its just another day for the Queen, vigilance of her subjects.

But if it all was just another day,

why does that little girl in the rags weeps silently,

what has caused her pain,

she calls “mother! mother!“

O’ little child, when left in abandon, the glowing orb up there in the indigo hued sky is your mother,

the thousand lillies are your siblings,

the pearlish rays is her care for you,

for the thousand and one lillies, O’ little one.

For all of them, it is just another day,

but this is your rebirth little one.