You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers You will remember those gifts from the earth indelible scents, gold clay weeds in the thicket and crazy roots magical thorns like swords You will remember the bouquet you picked shadows and silent water bouquet like a foam-covered stone That time was like never, and like always So we go there, where nothing is waiting find everything waiting there