Serenity is the pale pink petals of a blooming flower,
Gently opening to the warm embrace of the brilliant sun,
Here, in the fair garden of my soul, peace possesses a power,
A power to heal, a power to hope, a power second to none.
When the world grows heavy, when the clouds turn grey,
When my faith is tested and my soul grows weak,
I escape to my garden and bask in the sun,
Look upon my pale pink flower, and find what I seek –