The warmer the day, the sweeter in brugiati dry resinous scent,
And the fun I had in the morning
To wander this solar chambers!
Everywhere Shine, everywhere bright light,
Sand - like silk... Lean to the gnarled pine
And feel: I am only ten years old,
And the barrel giant, heavy, stately.
The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But as heat as the sun all warmed up!
And it seems that smells not pine,
And hot and dry summer sunshine