Elijah - the Lord of storms,

Dew, hail, rain and thunder,

Today rides a chariot.

The Prophet with an effort

Breathe the autumn.

 

The days are shorter

The nights are longer

Warm days linger.

Two hours Elijah has taken.

By August He was awaken.

 

Water becomes overgrown

In the lakes and local ponds.

Our Lord agrees and nods,

Summer has no more odds,

It can’t argue with Gods

 

An angel in human form,

A harbinger of autumn,

Elijah records the men deeds

Riding on His steeds.

The glorious Elijah!

 

He lived a mysterious life,

He gave a new harvest rife,

He comes on Earth today

To save woods and hay

Sending rains to wash plains.

 

We’ll wash up under the rain

In all countries and in Spain

To be saved from the evil eye,

For a life without a lie.

For a flight in a free sky.

 

Let's give reverence to the Prophet

He is an august sprocket.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 2^nd of August, 2012