Sun is up,
Day is beautiful,
everything sparks, divine
glorious green,
life, birds singing happily.
Cheerful children.

Trees stand always so tall
like fragments of another world
they see what is real.
Patient, old.
They keep observing.

Sun starts to come down.
Children coming around,
back to their homes.
The young leave tomorrow.
The grass is dark and old.
Birds asleep.

Everyone is gone.