tender evening

the air of evening calling us
we need enjoy it it, if we wise
nothing is matter, only wind
all world is now left behind

we don't need something to believe
we are not something to achieve
air on our face, we don't need words
we just alive. we are. of course

let me enjoy this silelence now
i want to hear how grass are grow
let's go to open air, take glass
enjoy your life, if you are wise

Ver.2 for someone, who love right English (thanks to my editor)

The evening whispers, beckoning us near,
To savor its breath, if wisdom we hold dear.
Naught else matters but the zephyr's song,
The world fades away, where we truly belong.

No creed do we need to anchor our soul,
No lofty peak to define our role.
The breeze caresses, words are needless,
In life's pure state, we exist, seamless.

Now let me bask in this tranquil hush,
To hear the grass's tender, upward rush.
Into the open, with glasses raised,
To life, to love, if you're truly phased.