You know the power of beauty
the blossom and the air icus,
make use of the colorful splendour,
who laughs seductively from afar,
has to earn by curling.
Dot and spot adorn the moth,
an eye ring at the edge of the wing.
There is no hue left in hiding,
nothing leaves out the brush of creation
on petal and butterfly.
One senses the intention of nature,
is content with the colouring,
wishes, course of the day and sundial
moved very slowly
and take only the shadows with them.