Let joy burst forth upon the land,
That has endlessly rendered in pain,
For now there is a new proclamation,
Come forth through the thunderous rain.
Trumpets shall blast with newfound pride;
“Come forth all ye wandering nations!
There’s a new liberation in which to confide.”
Nature will burst in most earnest measures,
To partake in the world’s celebration;
Each breath of life will bloom and explode,
With the rest of the cacophonous jubilation.
At last there shall remain everlasting peace,
That reigns with justice and might;
Behold this impeccable miracle,
For now all the land shines in one light.