Tiny Paper Cranes

In dawn-wide space, engoldening rays,
In heavens of life are flying small cranes.
In heart being born, they are carrying presents -
The orient wisdom of  ancient tense.

The message of quietness in soul and might -
The victory’s guarantee in everyday fight,
The sakura flowering in glowing by years
And samurai forces, whose truth is in blaze.

The message of lightness of impudent dreams -
The muses’ creators of beautiful queens,
Which calling to them by passionate talent,
And shining on top hills by precious brilliant. 

The message that’s joyous – so close and flush
Is able to raise over present-day rush,
Evoking a smile is easy, that’s right,
Displaying the stable believing in light.
The symbol of hopes, in spite of all things,
The paper of cranes will cover by wings
The riffles of life streams of hovering com
And cure by curative intimate warm.

And out of sun-palms and fingers in rays
Are gliding the clear springs – happiness’ ways,
Which carry the crystal of unanxious tales,
The paper-in-cranes are flying to irradiate dales.