Forest, dear forest… Dr. ELENA MARIN

 

I love to walk through you
 Let me remember, once upon a time '
 How we carol you, dear
 When I was a child, in the village.

 How beautiful it was then
 When we walked, through the valleys and
 meadows
 In the morning in the cool, until
 sunset.

 When it was a cherry blossom
 Through glades, with incense
 In the trill, the nightingale
 At the edge, of springs.

 With gentle and smooth waters
 Near rivers, crystal clear
 When the plain turns green
 And the glade is blooming.

 It is adorned with flowers
 And in life, he wakes up
 With proud, attractive flowers
 On paths, on any path
 Scented, inviting.

 Fast time passed
 I remember a long time ago
 Everything comes, everything passes
 Youth happens.

 He never comes back
 That's life, you have nothing to do
 Time instead, you can't stop it
 As much as you would like.

 What's beautiful, it passes quickly
 His life is short, it's happening
 Like the mist, on a flower
 What melts in the sun.

 When it's hot, too big
 His precious life, flower
 Too fast, passing
 But you know, value it.

 ELENA MARIN AUTHOR POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS * ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE AUTHOR ELENA MARIN DR.  I HAVE B.  IN IFCH
 11.05.2020