The wind has stopped to moan aloud, There is a little peace in me. Gray is now the darkened cloud. A sudden calmness in the sea. The noisy noise of buzzing bees Has turned into a humming sound. The rustling leaves have in the trees A whispering melody found. In secrecy there is a charm, A glow, a luminous light unknown; A mother holds her child in arm, Her joy is within her sown. I will not try to push again, Against the tide of destiny Let cloud, thunder or rain Let me be, let me be.