Blue touches green on the hill.
A child runs, trying to touch the shadows of the setting sun.
The mother laughs at the golden clouds
whose shadows cover her mouth.
Long grass waves to shape a flowing river.
They bend in time with her smile.
The child returns with news of the light that tries to catch the night.
They walk away with a crying step.
Day turns away from both of them
and sets to kiss the night.
They both forget the day.
Instead they hope for dreams of the setting sun.