I am a guest of the earth
I am a guest in bodily attire.
I live in utter amazement.
On this planet. Where there is air.
And water. Earth, sphere space.
Revolves around the Burning Core.
That the sun, my brain designated.
I live near the sea, in the process
of being.
I go through four seasons.
Nature also surprises with its beauty.
On an inhabited planet and its weather.
Enchants. Pleases, in any of the rhythms.
Colors of transformations. Special,
Excited by a sweet spring. In his
Transfiguration, giving birth,
every day
In truth yourself.
Filling the world with scent
Flowers. By the call of the birds,
filling
The beauty of sound. With a gentle chant
Confession that a place has been found
For the continuation of the race.
Singing male
Gently ready. Enter nature
Sacraments are impudent. Praising
invitingly
Day, weather. Give love.
Thirsts for all living things.
And so on until the summer.
Mother earth is ripening. Fruits of spring
Grows and fills with life-giving
Coloring our life. This hour.
The earth is blissful. The world is delicious
The taste is given by the joy of the living.
Unrest. Among the fields of rye, blush
The life of the poppies.
Life is beautiful in the middle of summer
There is enough food, the sea for swimming.
Dazzling in the sun. It.
Revealed to people, meekness, warmth.
And so on until September,
when it's autumn time.
Change the heat to the first cool.
The usual warmth in showers and rains.
The cold wind will sweep away the
yellow foliage.
From the heads of de roar.
A blizzard will fly up and the first
Frosts. They will announce
to the world that winter has come.
Changing images, years run somewhere.
And you are still waiting for your
peaceful death hour.
You look anxiously out the windows
at the weather.
And you wonder when the morning comes.
That you are among the living.
With beloved
You drink coffee.
Filling life with a smile
With his living art.
Prince-Tsytsak