Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont. (№ 381731)

I gently learn the green silence,
Looking like a Regal, a hundred years lived, ate.
They keep their color, accepting all the storms,
And they have no complaints, and no complaints about me.
I learn from the blue sky above,
The wind in the reeds I studied the flute.
From the clouds came out, how many dreams in tow,
As at ease, dreams of creating them in rapid fire to burn.
I learn from the fiery red poppy
I take sunlight,
Hrustalnoe dreams taught me the stream.
And if the mouse will flicker and I'm looking for a sign.
Winter cal impulse and brought together by the shore,
And white I will sing a Psalm without words snow.