Nature [Theme]

And everyone will have what they need

You can't describe it, you can't imagine it.
You can't admire it, you can't feel it.
This is your true self, it has nowhere to hide.
When the world is destroyed, it will not be destroyed.
I'm not going to die.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be here . . .
Just don't ask me anything.

You came in to this world with enough light

to find your way out of the dark,

enough kindness to save a soul,

enough love to shift a planet.

Don't worry,

you are equipped

with all you could ever need.

Look with in,

you are drenched in magic.

You are the Great Poetry

The miracle is folded into your heart.

C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit: C'est un petit val qui mousse de work by rayons.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est étendu dans l'herbe sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.
Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort.
Souriant comme, sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme
Nature, berce-le chaudement il a froid.
Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine Tranquille.
Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.




In the green gorge, where the river gurgles,
Silver flashes of billowing grass,
The rays of your sun valley street,
Mountains proud the flight illuminating.
There, a young soldier with an uncovered face,
Herbs in the headdress flower blue
Fell asleep serenely, forgetting everything,
All pale under the shower of Golden rays;
In captivity gladioli world finding,
With a smile so asleep, Senatorov, child.
Warm it in the sky, the warrior has a cold;
The infusion of flavors tend to relax,
Calmly lay his hand on his chest,
Two fiery wound burned his craving.