A deep gratitude

It's just passed Beltane
the rests of bonfires
are still in my garden
beside my back door

Maybe it’s only another
beginning of summer
but I feel so different
into my deep soul

And the last snow is melting on the peaks 
As my dreams do fading slowly 
They are fuel 
For bonfires 

I put my hands into the clouds 
To understand if I'm allowed 
To be cruel 
Like the others 

Among gorgeous hills
Where it's born the spring
I suddenly feel
A deep gratitude

And it doesn't matter
To whom I say prayers
It's enough the need
To say thank you

And the last snow is melting on the peaks 
As my dreams do fading slowly 
They are fuel 
For bonfires 

I put my hands into the clouds 
To understand if I'm allowed 
To be cruel 
Like the others