OH - It´s so guiet
after the summer - is gone
like a a caravan of cirkus
leaving the town again.
No longer singing
from morning to late night
of the blackbirds.
No longer wispers
under my feet
ore strawberry leaves that
loves the sun so highly.
OH - It´s so guiet
when the wind blows
through the hearts
of ours - leaving
some empty space
for our dreams..
It´s so guiet
that I can hear the melody
of my toes dancing
and the waffles of
the dry leaves
before they fall down.
OH It´s so yellow
and beautiful
when we say less
and talk more with our eyes.
It´s magic!
OH - let it be
guiet - for a long time
so we can grow more
into our roots and nature
to be a part of it.
