The dawn breaks with a blush of gold, A promise whispered, a tale retold. The sun ascends, with fiery grace, Awakening all in nature’s embrace.

In the fields where the wild ones roam, I find my spirit, my heart, my home. Each day unfolds like a story clear, In the beauty of nature, I hold dear.

So let me wander where the wildflowers sway, In the arms of the land, let me stay. For in every sunrise, every serene sigh, I find the essence of life passing by.

• Juliusz Słowacki