The Flowers and the Sky (Mon étoile)

First
I was tempted to hate
the flowers and the sky
the trees and the Night

then I even thought about
not forgiving God.
The Soul sometimes needs
to wear black

and to hide from the stars.
But the Sun shines
behind the darkest clouds
and finally I sing:

mon étoile
did not leave me
et j’aime toujours
the flowers and the sky!