Days of Rest
Forgetting for a few days
The hustle and bustle of work.
Inhaling the new dawn,
listening to the song of the swallows,
contemplating the awakening of the colorful gannets,
the eager warmth of a blazing star.
Dreaming of clouds as
They become figurines of the animal kingdom.
Thinking of the welfare of humanity.
At dusk, the exiled moon implores
her sisters of its brilliant company.
To perform such delights suspended
from arduous everyday work.
Days of rest, inspire me more.