October 29th, 2013

drink-drank-drank

голосопост

The silver rain, the shining sun,

the fields where scarlet poppies run,

and all the ripples of the wheat,

are in the bread that I do eat.

So when I sit for every meal,

with thankful heart I always feel,

that I am eating rain and sun,

and fields where scarlet poppies run.



Alice Henderson




P.S. Стоило погуглить - выдали мне даже песню... ну да ладно, ибо их трактовка данного текста меня всё равно не устраивает.