ANGLAIS :<br /><br />In fields of gold, beneath the sky,<br />Where colza blooms and whispers sigh,<br />Mysterious circles start to show,<br />A dance of patterns, soft and slow.<br /><br />Who writes these tales upon the land?<br />Is it human hearts or an unknown hand?<br />With boards and ropes, some craft their art,<br />But other signs, they set apart.<br /><br />Among the flowers, pressed so tight,<br />Some say it's done by moonlit night,<br />Yet there are shapes, so perfectly clear,<br />No trace of tools, just wonder here.<br /><br />Who writes these tales upon the land?<br />Is it human hearts or an unknown hand?<br />With boards and ropes, some craft their art,<br />But other signs, they set apart.<br /><br />Could it be minds from distant stars,<br />Sending messages from afar?<br />A call to see beyond our sphere,<br />To a world more vast, sincere.<br /><br />If these signs are truly from the unknown,<br />A chance for us to see, to grow,<br />To understand the stars above,<br />And learn to live with greater love.<br /><br />Who writes these tales upon the land?<br />Is it human hearts or an unknown hand?<br />With boards and ropes, some craft their art,<br />But other signs, they set apart.<br /><br />A new horizon, open wide,<br />No longer shall we hide inside,<br />We'll seek the truths that light the night,<br />And grasp the infinite with might.<br /><br />For in these circles, drawn with grace,<br />Lies a path to a wider space,<br />Where humankind can finally see,<br />The universe's grand decree.<br /><br />
