Quiet afternoon.
Light all and forgives all.
Light is dumb,
no light voice calling people
Light calls human light.
Light!
I can not go look for you in the mountains.
Light!
Stay a little sheets of paper in the grass!
The sky today is so close,
so close that you can almost touch.
And know this plant:
they humbly lowered leaves.
Around me there are so many lives.
Garden, like a bowl, filled it.
Like a bird, lifting spray
I throw myself on the grass, in the water of life.
Lovely color of the day,
wonderful power of trees
all quite fun
as the flow of life.
Only now it all became clear to you.
You're like a born again.
Red maple leaves.
Many small red hands upraised to heaven.
In their unconscious prayer - beauty.
How beautiful
dusk asphalt road
washed by the rain!
This quiet, unassuming, friendly light,
this beautiful light on the road,
This reliable light without shadow of a splurge!
Happiness only that, squeaking boots
walk along the road.
Japanese poet Jun Takami from the book "School of trees"
translation I.Motobryvtsevoy
Music: James Galway - Into the Forest (Melodies of Japan)
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