Green with bad

The greenery kissed his head

Until it touched him

The greenery knelt and ended

And returned his company to him

And granted him a desperate life

And security takes his despair

And surprises the vision and does not

Need his foundation

Beauty draws from

A line and preserves his yesterday

Time stopped contemplation

Because contemplation touched him

And beauty buries him who

Was good yesterday, he buried it

And denied ugliness, so he bowed

And abandoned his planting with that

Time dyed the scenes

And beauty became his cup

And denied the yellowing of his certainty

And wanted to imprison him

He covered beauty with his trick

So that he would not kiss his head

And the mistake of beauty struck him

He taught him his lesson

And the garden rejoices with him

While he hopes to touch him

And the garden rejoices, laughing

Not hoping to erase him

The wetness did not wipe the greenery

When he postpones his sadness

And he tries to get closer, but he did not He does

He found a fifth of his proximity

And his nature covered him with greenery

When he hopes for his kind

That nature did not cover him

He was stripped of his senses

The power of our Lord covered him

And with it we sensed his weather