A life of a half – shadowy branch

A life of a half – shadowy branch 

A snowberry shrub likely is a tough and white.

Perhaps it offers me an enjoyable sleepy night  

Horrors of medians turn me again suspicious

Not I do come close, soon to be hazardous.

A sequent of time as a bird I remise

Once it touches the grain, hurriedly it flies

Either to eat until satiety or to die in poverty

That's our life it has no security at all

Whence you cry it gives you a tyrant soul.

Once you are happy, it gives you a black door.

Perhaps an intimate friend turns as an aching sore.

A sincere beloved perhaps tumbles as an obsolete shore.

Once you are grieved, it gives you additional pain.

Perhaps it lends you a corrupted malicious drain

Let me puzzled in its sorrow and keep survived

Let me sought its bright way not being halted

As a feather with a wind it will be driven

As a masked face, no long it will be hidden.

What peace is to claim in this world after severe years?

From which noxious time can you find peers?

A time you picked your stick, no longer it will be broken

Tied up, until my bone cracks under its heavy wheel

For which dark phase of its attire should you deal?

From which cancroids death of its puzzle can you inhale?  

It was adorned with blood at an unfathomable mine  

No dream should be obvious in its flickering wine

As a continued train never finds a station

But the green tree ever it has giving shelter

Beside its shady shadow, you can find food and water

A refuge is ready to your fatigued soul

And to sleep without unusual call

To sleep without any enormous foe

Beside its lovely boughs, you hear the dove coo   

There the harmonic tone will be immortally

And the sparrow will come to welcome you politely

Spreading its wings for peace rightly yet not in fortuity