Look at the sky and pray to God

I learned to simply, live wisely,
Look at the sky and pray to God,
And wander for a long time before the evening,
To tire unnecessary anxiety.


When burdocks
rustle in the ravine And a bunch of yellow-red mountain ash
drops, I compose cheerful verses
About a perishable, perishable and beautiful life.


I'm coming back. A
fluffy cat licks my palm , purrs more tenderly,
And a bright fire lights up
On the turret of a lake sawmill.

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But so warm, so the sun is all warmed up!
And it seems that it is not pine that smells,
but the heat and dryness of sunlight.


Only from time to time is the silence of the
cry of a stork flying down to the roof.
And if you knock on my door,
I think I won't even hear.