When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawn
I hover with freedom
Over open surfaces of lakes
coming of early evening when sun lies down into mountain clefts,
In moonshine I am coming back in the form of hawk,
headlong where forests border the horizon.
Dark hostile lands, where wild animals rule, are my home.
Where roaring waterfalls rush
down rocky cliffs,
Wild unbridled water ruins banks,
Furrows its way through slopes and aims down, south.
Where storms do not
At time of winter kingdom's frost,
Where bunches of mist are gathering
And fade away again
When pure pale morning
illuminates white plaines with hoarfrost,
Where time stays unmoving
To be formed by moments of changes.
There I live in
inseparable bonds of appurtenance.