I ran after the sun

I ran after the sun

 along the river,

 where the flowers are reflected in the morning

 wetting the petals

 in water

 colored with light,

 unfolding the stems

 to the wind,

 like sails on the sea.

 I ran after him among blades of grass

 that touch the sky,

 between voices and perfumes

 of green meadows

 in spring.

 Under the branches of the lime trees

 over hidden dens

 beside prickly brambles

 inside you were hidden

 beyond the pond

 behind the bridge

 near frightened foxes

 away from curious hawks

 I ran after the sun

 without stopping

 to see it disappear

 slowly

 before me

 on the hill.