THE STREAMS

THE STREAMS

Oh sun, come, come towards me. Hear my pulse, it is clear and knows no lies. Come, let us smell the flowers of the streams and feel the capitals of beauty in our depths with stories that embrace the tree on a quiet evening.

These streams are full of green wishes and colorful whispers. They know love well and know the color of dawn whose breeze captivates our hearts. Come, come towards me so that your green eyes may light up the place.