Everything?s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death?s wing?s overhead.
Everything?s eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?
 
By day, a mysterious wood, near the town,
breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume.
By night, on July?s sky, deep, and transparent,
new constellations are thrown.
 
And something miraculous will come
close to the darkness and ruin,
something no-one, no-one, has known,
though we?ve longed for it since we were children.