Sulfur smile and the summer that knits the brow;
Green branches shake the crystalline thrills,
While past and future have a date and bow,
In front of no time nosegay of the sleepy hills:
Under the blue, near dark green our tree cries.
Delusive Dragon can count the crusade`s days,
Hand holding hand, and hope eyes to eyes,
For our way we pay with ourselves, the only praise.
Dream to dream in tender calling of the muse;
The rainbow`s colors after rain recited the sun;
The flight of doves may keep an old excuse,
That sorrow and joy as twins rest in a pun:
This means my tree anew soon after it was old;
So, love and hope and recollections won`t rest cold.