There Are Roses In The Garden

There are roses in the garden with much fresh,
Like sea that has opened its wings flying birds;
Going footsteps the future will enmesh,
Travel along all what goes on forwards.

Instants and hours that must find its pathways,
Traveling eagles and the houseflies so small;
Coming darkish winter later spring days,
All what catches moments makes its right call.

The wanderer that is crossing at night,
Finding the earth under his worn shoes;
Transient clouds drifting in its high flight,
All the seeds that in seedlings continues.

All that is transformed again to the new,
When the summer comes green again here through.