Clouds of tide and tempest arise, shadow,
corrosion to every corner where fades
the hour of wakeful flight...

From windows wider to peerless skies,
resplendent dawns unfolding as
restoration embraces fractions to
firmaments beyond.

Let light pierce realms of heart and
being, a myriad of suns diamond,
diminishing grey and these towers of
China's endless tumult.

Mired, cries upon captive horizons
melting now, and amidst the struggle
a gentle breeze, almost silent, summons one
timeless law, renewing a world once
fractured and far too finite!

Crowds of tide and tempest subside,
collides that clamour no more. Oceans,
nations all to a collective calm.

Here finds the hour of our wakeful
flight...

Zhen, Shan, Ren.