After a walk in the nature

          The human soul is elusive. When I look how the sun touches the cool sea and creates a reflection in it, I feel that a thing changes in me. The human hand can’t re-create entirely the view of the sharp top, which is wrapped in filmy mist, or the view of the old tree, which is suffused with light of the moon. My soul touches from the beauty of the world and become silence in front of the grandeur of the nature.

          Sometimes, when I look the earth in my legs from some top, I feel that I’m so little and insignificant. The brook ripples with its silver voice and tells ancient legends about forgotten times. The leaves of the young branches sing the burden of the song of the spring. The sea caresses the old rocks, which are plump by its eternal endearments. I listen to these voices and want to transform in sparkly white snow and to embrace all beautiful land. Sometimes I dream that I fly with the wind and murmur in the branches of the trees. In another time I dream that I dive in deep of the sea with playful dolphins. Then, when I rouse from the sleep, I feel myself as prisoner in my body. Elusive longings and not understood desires jostle in my soul. The imagination unleashes and the hand reaches out to the white sheet of paper. But can someone describe with words the beauty?