Where the sun hides behind the horizon slowly,
Where stars fall down hastily to the earth,
There in bushes lies in wait snow-white owl,
Which because of her night gig forgot about stage fright,
Where the silver moon sent his brightness,
There bigger than another tree is standing
And a squirrel hid in his branches.
Where modest rain sheds his tears,
There trumpets' hum announces a warning
The huge herd of big elephants draws near
Where red tiger warm himself in sun,
There four-leaf clovers have grown up for a year
And above them birds' singing resounds
It's not far away, because,
If you'd like got carried away by your dreams
Your eyes just have to be closed.
Karolina Strus
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