Harmony

The skies of tomorrow are the god's shields. But look at there! In the westerners! The bees enlisted. A sparrow tonight began resistance, time to follow them riding turtles back and with a cherry leaf we are armed! He builds each moment the house of big rain and turns on the candle of humble and cuts the bread of frightened, day the day. You pull the rope of bell in order to send the pigeons above the house of the humble. You leave the children to pass you flowers in the hands. A sprig flower will blossom. Prepare the psalm of brotherhood to soothe .. Our mother with the white apron staring at the wooden iconostasis satisfied and illuminates the candle Lighthouse. We are a child, a child in the middle of spring. Evenings angels wander among the sheaves and orange with ancient columns undress and swim in the creek laughing ..