Secret Garden

Imagine. Our planet floating silently in space. Around it, a white dove flies, forever circling. Every one hundred years, the dove’s wing gently touches the face of the earth. The time it would take for the feathered wing to wear this planet down to nothing is eternity.

Within eternity time passes. Within time, there is change. Soon the wing of the white dove will touch our world again. The dawn of a new century. Time for a new beginning.

Now is eternity At the break of dawn of a century A thousand years of joy and tears We leave behind Love is our destiny Celebrate the dawn of a century Let voices ring, rejoice and sing Now is the time

Love is eternity Dawn of a century Now is our destiny Dawn of a century Dawn of a century