Near Skies

Like gods, we live a step below
Skies, on the best of planets – Earth,
They sometimes send us rain and snow
And cover our footsteps.

But suddenly the skies would throw
Their plumage, made of clouds white, 
And through phenomenons, well known,
Appear miracles in sight. 

Moonlight, on roofs of our abode,  
Is laid just specially for us, 
And just for us in winter cold, 
Roll out rolls of northern lights.

Like symbols of the great sensation, 
Stars shone through the dreamy haze:
Let people never loose impression
Of beauty of the life on Earth! 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, April, 2001