Honey and milk are sweet

Артём Огурцов
Honey and milk are sweet.
All sorrows are far away.
The air is fresh, the water is clean.
The surface of the mirror pond
He looks up at the blue sky.
A light splash of surf is heard.
Tall reeds, sweet sedge,
The mosquito flies low,
In the grass frogs jump briskly,
And that grass weeps with dew.