In Your Meadow There Is Light
There is something in your walk,
Like the first awakening of the sun after rain,
Like the scent of earth breathing in warmth.
With every step, a flower blooms,
and the rays, Unaware of themselves,
follow your footsteps.
The breeze caresses your hair,
In the silent language of flowers,
Your locks shimmer with waves of light,
And every green leaf
twists to glimpse the sunlit one in you.
You feel the gentle step of nature,
A breeze flowing through your greenness
A yellow-blossomed joy
that gladdens the sun.
In your meadow there is light,
For you are there, Sun…
