A ray of sunlight filters through the branches
Playing on the dew of the leaves still gourds,
The night escaped, leaving the white light
Gradually absorb the moist and heavy scents.
In the wet thickets where a thousand creatures swarm
The secret life resumes, immutable universe
Ignoring the rumors, the hustle and bustle of the crowds
Defying the time of men and their vain chimeras.
The sil
A ray of sunlight filters through the branches
Playing on the dew of the leaves still gourds,
The
