Overheard conversation

On the shore, as if in a cradle,
The breeze fell asleep on the leaves,
Only viburnum is angry,
What's in the red necklace:

Wants to sing with the wind
Leaves want to dance
- Wake up, brother Vitra,
It's time for you to take a nap!

There the clouds flew away,
As if the sheep were lost,
Quickly drive them into a pile,
To rain down on the Earth.

(V. Davydova, 13.09.2008)