The small river comes from the hills
that are ruled by the evergreen forests,
slowly moves through the fields
like a snake,
making it's way to the lake
nestled between rolling hills
that carry high pines on their spines.

Occasionally a human breaks
the tranquillity of the landscape
through his existence in it.

We must not give him undue importance,
even when it was he who created the fields.
Let us make him a small traveller
in some corner of the landscape -
like in the Eastern landscape paintings,
minuscule voyager in the nature
and lost in it's infinity.

01.08.2009