Flint

Loss which for the next time I shall go through

And on my own

I am not able to cope

Straight forest road

framed with slender pines and firs

soaring to the horizon

On the forest crossroads

If one is going to walk to the north

One will reach remnants of the wayside shrine on the pine

With Jesus hanging on one arm

If one is going to walk to the south

One will reach the ancient flint mine

Pines and firs yield to

deciduous alders and oaks

A majestic deer

not expecting intruders

standing on the road

will flee to the forest

when the wind will change its direction

Crushed flints

crunching under feet

Sunbeams are slipping between the trunks and foliage

falling on the road

and caressing the piece of flint upright placed

And a slight gust of wind is announcing

that apart from the beauty of the moment

there is the beauty much more marvellous