The knocking

the door is being knocked, For ages, it has remained closed Who is there? The Sun looks The Breeze Halts Tulips raise their heads in delight But the Cascade still flows on Humming like an indifferent Bee Knock - knock - knock How persistent the knocking is... But who comes calling? Through the peepholes, its light spills in The Valley enlightes with joy Old Cider tree opens its eyes Sheds away with one jerk of its head All the leaves___Pale, sick and dried, Blurring the crimson sitting sun Reflecting in the cascade for a while But then ..... The gigantic Mountain trembles in fear, The sun closes its eyes, Breeze hides away in a dark cave, Tulips are now harming themselves in despair, For the light is fading away I can hear a pair of feet going away... And there is... but No more knocking… It’s dark now! A tiny little moon waits for the stars to shine.. The valley is silent.. But the cascade murmurs on And distant wolves howl And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest The door is still closed…! It’s dark now! A tiny little moon waits for the stars to shine.. The valley is silent.. But the cascade murmurs on And distant wolves howl And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest The door is still closed…!