Papaveri tra le Rocce

LIFE OF A FLOWER
Light, wind, butterflies courting him,
in his first smile, open to life
his anxious heart, and learn to enjoy
the parade of dreams of an age soon.
Now his smile is open, its colors are shining,
veins flows the golden pollen,
know the fire on the hot afternoon
and in the evening gathers in the green, exhausted.
           Hermann Hesse