The Pianist's Stunning Violets
HAIL GOD FOR THE THRONE FOR THEE
The day when the sunshine rays went into the garden,
Where flowers of scents, textures, colors, and sizes,
Created to give life to the soil of the dear fatherland,
The rivers and pools are the energy that waters them.
The folks were happy to see the crown of a lovely majesty,
To Thee the morning was a lovely vibrant of a promised day,
The sunset glow afar vowed for a sweet sleep of nights,
To Thee the garden where your feet planted rejoiced.
Fruits are smooth, oranges, answered, and loved,