Lovely Pastels
It's not a painting made by a great artist,
but one notices lovely pastels as bright as spring colors,
my scenery has stately weepings willows
drooping as they awaken the ravens and larks from rest.
This vast valley crossed by a wide river is covered with scented pines,
blue clouds are estranged by dazzling sun rays,
and where they reach darkness someone prays....
while another praises the work of the Maker by emitting loud cries.
My very gentle strokes are nothing short of a miracle
as liveliness is seen everywhere I turn, and who is not vowed or inspired
by every landscape that makes any dreamer whistle?
If I use lovely pastels as bright as spring colors, it's because I'm delighted.
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