On blades of grass
silence is swaying
a restless day
is turning in
it is only them
magical insects
leisurely circling
above the mirror of mist
they glimmer in the warm setting
hue of the sun
revelling in the moment
reconciled with the day
above the cool water
beneath a thousand suns
the pulse of tranquility
its rhythm beating
it is hard to find
paradise on this earth
where time encounters
a fleeting moment
but it is worth searching for
amidst the swoosh of grass
the coppery fulness of corn
the glitter of the stars
Translated with the assistance of Mrs Renata Przybyło-Karolak