Trees dance, moved by unseen hands,
Bees roam, aiding nature's trance.
Fields stretch far, a verdant sea,
In this world, such sights I see.

Life's a tapestry, woven fine,
A puzzle challenging, yet divine.
"Before" echoes in memory's chain,
What lies ahead, veiled refrain.

What I seek, a quiet flame,
Within myself, its gentle claim.

© Mikhail