For Truth For Falsehood

I can't stay in bed after the Sun-rise. I feel warmth which pulls me out of my sleepy bed, Perhaps to open before me the panorama of the greens, the faces of the smiling Poppy, Pansy and of course of sunflowers. The snow-wrapped peak of the nearby mountain says me hello. The roofs of the houses, the serpentine narrow roads zoom out, so close that my hands can touch them... Just like you, so near but very far, almost like mirage or the quick sand. who knows what's true or what's false? neither death, nor life. Still, I can't stay in my morning bed, for the warmth which wakes me up for nature, for you, for truth, for falsehood!