I feel my casket teemed with hope,
A holy augury,
Hope is better than all gem stones,
Hope is the most holy.
My feet in contact with the wet mud,
The rise of fertility,
My arms caressed by the dusk,
Souls in the state of lucidity.
The sky is my shield,
The sun is my lover,
The trees welcome me,
Aren't they the best cover?
Hope can be shattered,
But today I have my shield,
It's strength that will ultimately matter,
Can I maintain my fertile dreams?
Hope ain't dry,
Hope is a ripe fruit,
Hope makes the sky,
Hope is the distinct moon.
Picture from the net- ( centralbasin.org )
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