Dancing Sprites

in warm summernights

arew playing on their secret placer

Divinities under big old trees

are telling tales of long

forgotten days.



That's where the good winds

blow over me

and the watercourse is running

free into the sea!



Water-nymphs are teasing

golden shrimps

while Neptune is turning the tide

Rainbows are bowing and stars

are glowing

when Jupiter goes to the skies.



That's where the good winds over my head

and the hand of peace covers the eart

since the mighty first when through universe

and rested for a while