In the pale sky,
porcelain clouds
display the candid wings
and among
the emerald leaves,
the restless voices
of singing birds
are greeting
to the dawn.
Sprouted
from the dusk
(vanished by now),
a timid flower
expands its petals,
to the tact
of the gilded lips
of the sun.
Hectic
it is opening itself
under the infinite vault,
to the fantastic adventure
that is
the Life.