Yet Again the Door Is Being Knocked

Yet again the door is being knocked For ages it’s been closed Who is there? The Sun looks down Breeze Halts! Tulips raise their heads But the Cascade___still singing like an indifferent Bee Knock___ knock___ Knock! How persistent the knocking is!! But who is there? Its light from the peepholes Enlightens the valley Fills the Tulips with Joy Old Cider tree opens its eyes Sheds away with one jerk of its head All the dead leaves Pale, sick and dried Concealing for a while Image of the orange sitting sun in the cascade! At once, Gigantic Mountain roars in panic, The sun closes its eyes, Breeze hides away in a dark cave, Tulips are now harming themselves in despair, For the light is fading I can hear sound of the feet going away There is but No more knocking… It’s dark now! Tiny little moon is waiting for the stars to shine The valley is silent But the cascade and distant wolves And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest The door is still closed…