Living in the green of the meadows and the blue of the hills,
Root trees climbing the ravines,
Streams dazzled with silver fish;
To live on the cheerful rattling of harvests,
Of the clear gasping of stirred springs,
Spring mornings blowing their mist,
Octobers sowing leaves and fruits
And lunar enchantment throughout the nights.

Extract from Simple Wishes Cécile Sauvage