Poem. Little Squirrel.

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Don't worry little squirrel, the nature will last forever. When, before you even notice, nature starts falling asleep. Slowly it will fall asleep, back to where it came from. Beautiful yellow and red fall on the ground coloring it happy. Gentle wind throws leafs into the air in a wave.

I am not sad, even though it rains. Everything is part of the bigger universal system, that I can not even comprehense. Whole our world works in harmony with itself. Thus should we also.

The bright colors darkens and dark clouds pour the white powder on ground making it more beautiful. In the sunset morning's wet snow turns into water, soon snow will stay on ground.

I walk outside and I can see my every breath I take. Lakes take cover of winter and life falls asleep for a moment. Artificially. I watch out of the window and remember the ice flowers.

(Translation from Finnish by Editor-in-Chief Jari Tuominen)

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