Water.
For a long time I’ve been looking for the origin of the waves,
From what source comes this inexhaustible wave.
Clear and reflecting the azure blues of the palms,
Rustling on the pebbles, its song is adorable.
The brook on its course, waters the field mice
And all the animals on its charitable bank.
Oh, how it has grown, forming beautiful islands!
River it has become, sometimes quite indomitable.
Transparent smile, do you come from the heavens?
Clouds, white sheep, sailing in high places
Who makes you weep in silver pearls?
Infinite flakes, caressed by rainbows,
Who gave you life in honey-sweet water?
Drops, God created us, his enchanted daughters…
Pierre Michel
