The flowers

poem by Ruth Salles

Themes: nature and eurythmy

Blackboard drawing by teacher Patrícia Roseane.

In the breeze the flowers dance,
They are silent on the comings and goings of the wind,
that we don't even see,
and laugh...

And bake the clear pollens,
the warm petals,
and down here they dream that they rise,
that fly away in the turns that the wind gives.
And the wind, attentive,
smiling and going makes them spin
in the same place.

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