This is a kind of excursion of a poet who has seen a lot in his lifetime into what he has lived and experienced, nostalgia for values that, alas, remain in the past. And first of all, the author, with pain in her heart, recalls her sad childhood during the war years. From the days of the past, the author logically moves on to the present, in which, alas, she also does not always see everything in rosy tones, upsetting the poet’s vulnerable soul. The author calls for living in harmony with the environment: “The symphony of days and the synchronicity of nature...” In other words, unity with nature will save us, friends.