The prayer

Morning light, rays over the  forest`s tall pines,
The  river in meadow will gradually rise,
From the  tulip of love inside of my heart,

Juice pouring out from illness 's dart.

Shining through branches on tall shiny trees,

Flowers're smiling, waiting for bees.

Pray for me, Mother of those who sorrow,

Give me the courage to beg and to borrow 

Your smile through the pain, absence of  death,

Breathe with a gratefulness in peace simply rest.