After all the showers and rain,
The herbs and flowers all seem renewed.
The bubbling stream is fuller now,
And Swallowtails flutter by.
Old greying barn in the distance,
Still useful and Swallows twitter in sky.
Cerulean sky, with Cumulus clouds,
Making shadows on the meadow.
I walk away only to return at evening,
And then sit on steps watching fireflies.
Seeing lamps flickering I pause,
Sweet and sad, they communicate silently.
One comes nearer I watch in silence,
Flitting overhead, and I am put in mind of faith in God.


*Тадеус