On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born….
A Song on the End of the World
Lovely and funny shot!
This post has been selected as PixyBlog’s Daily Shot for Mon, 8 Jun 2009
I love this shot! I just had the greatest day and this shot says it all!
Funny, this scarecrow reminds me of a toy clown my grandma made me when I was little. Something about the smiley face and pointy hat. 🙂