Park Chae-un / South Korea
Today, the sky gleams in radiant blue.
Sunlight embraces the earth with gentle warmth,
Clouds drift like stardust through the galaxy,
And from the wet soil below, life draws a quiet breath.
But such clarity
Is no miracle born overnight.
Yesterday, the heavens wept to the edge of breaking,
And the world was cleansed by its tears.
The restless dust was swept aside,
And the heavy air made way for starlight.
This was no ordinary rain—
But a cascade of sacrifice
Falling from Mother’s eyes,
Reflecting the abyss of the universe.
Seeds dream in the darkness,
Buried beneath the night sky,
Growing from the galaxy’s beating heart.
Only with the falling rain
Does life lift its breath toward the sky,
And roots drink deep
From the scattered remnants of starlight.
To bring peace to our day,
Mother, through Her tears,
Adorned the sky at first light,
Kindling one star after another.
Thus they fell,
As shooting stars,
And the Milky Way flowed
A river carrying prayers of old.
On a clear morning, dewdrops hang from the leaves,
Perhaps the afterglow
Of stars Mother scattered through the night.
That distant starlight kindling the dawn
Is perhaps but a single thread
In the prayers She weaves each day.
For the dawn that awaits us,
Mother closes Her eyes once more,
And within them rests a spark of light—
Deeper, brighter than the universe itself.