One light remains as hope for the crown jewels of trees; for the petals of gorgeous cherry blossom;
for empresses and emperors alike, one light survives the winter cold, and hope does arise.
It resides deep within the soul of every being echoing throughout the world.

“Let thy light shine! Princessdom so kind.” The song is sung from choirs of nightingales.
“Holy light; fearsome light; lifegiving light, prevails the night!” Words preached by owls.
“Let us reside, in the blackest of the sky; in her womb of light.” Mother nature says with fire.

One light does remain, in one smile; in two eyes; in strands of silken hair; in a heart so fair.
Even in an ocean of darkness, her fire illuminates the skies; hope is through her mine.