Clear sky returns
to the land of winter
the field of silence
begins to breathe
vigorous breaths
the forest greening
venerably
the outline of mountains
clean gentle and deep
in the sky
the setting sun bypasses trees
over the hillside
and slowly the sky turns orange
the most peaceful
pure twilight
the sight
of the brightest star
in a deep sleep
is a surprise
a gift
starlets climb
onto the quiet inky village
like an ancient fairy tale
let us collect
every sunny day
then we will become
as affluent
as nature.