The dawns from the horizon
The shadows between the trees disappear in the way of the carp
The meadow on the way to school is still silent
The gravel doesn't give in under small steps
The leaves have dodged in the way of the northern wind
Disturbed ground in the midst of a nightly walk
Under a small birch there's a small rock
Which has done what it must
Hidden under the rock is a lock of hair
A small head couldn't hold up to the rock's weight
The bright dawn brings with it the wind
Even though the nature awakes, one is left to slumber