spring dream

 It's spring,
everything is in bloom.
I'm crossing the meadow,
breathing the air that I need
and looking in the mild, warm, rising sun.
I enter a little wood,
I'm quenching my thirst on a spring.
The whole wood is full of dew.
A little spider is crawling over my hand.
I follow it with my blue eyes and
watch it weaving a net.
The dew is spreading over it, too.
I'm leaving this lovely place,
to reach another meadow.
In this lowland,
I let me down,
to see waterroses
blowing up in a pond quiet near me.
In the warm grass,
I fall asleep.
In my dream,
I see a valley,
a valley full of rose-trees.
All roses are red, fragrant and splendid.
In this pleasent smell
bees fly from flower to flower.
And than -
an angel with a galand of roses
in his hair,
wrapped only in a white cloth,
appears.
Her face is very beautiful and wonderful.
She's going through the roses.
The roses give way,
not to hurt her.
When she touches the stems,
to pick some up,
the spines don't prick.
When she touches the blooms,
they seem to light up more red.
I am the only one,
who can watch the girl.
I'm so happy,
that I wake up.
But my dream becomes reality.
You are crossing the meadow,
with a bunch of roses in your arms.
MZ