Peek out, little flower, from the bark,
And a blue forest emerges
With saffron head
Like eyes, like sky, like sea.
My solitude,
Lift your head up high!
You have the ability to listen
To the music of birds,
To the notes of spring strings,
And hands to embrace the forest…
And you are not alone,
You rush to the meadow
And you have the company
Of spring daisies
And a smile as wide as a field.
Don’t look down!
Walk with more enthusiasm
And be careful, take a deep breath
Because all of this is yours.
Don’t trample on the gift,
But cherish it even more
Because time and spring go by,
They pass…
