We are the world

The spring sun piercing through clouds,
Ice and snow breaking in hearts,
Stream flowing while grass sprouts.
A cowboy with a flute
Singing a song of songs,
Refreshing love as the earth awakens.
I know God if live resurrects,
Telling humans that
We still live and
We love all the friends in the worlds.

Paul Tseng (writing for a president of a private university in Taiwan, for his kindness of sending a series of CDs entitled “Songs of Life” as his present for my wedding ceremony on July, 25, 1998.) 3/5/1999