The guns are silenced,
The twitter of birds, singing on the trees,
Looming with the dawn,
The only red is the rising sun…
Washing over the countryside.

Silent roads;
Only the laughter of school children,
Echoing in the villages and streams,
And the peal of bells,
Greet the new day.

A road to freedom,
Strewn with the flowers of peace,
While fragments of hope and peace remain,
Picking up the pieces left behind,
A new era begins.