dewfallnight heaves a sigh-
blankets all with dew
Downpourrain-soaked oaken boughs
crystalline droplets dangle
loath to leave the leaves
drip from pine and oak branches-
clusters crawl with bees
immaterial observationslight falls into a hush
ringing gold into the grey dusk:
all that once shined now glitters,
and all that glittered will glow.
Mother EarthThe arc of her spine
mimicked the gentle slopes of
the distant mountains.
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In Gaia, Mother Earth.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
LifeLife is the wind blowing through the trees,
Life is the sound of the buzzing bees,
Life is the smell of a summer day,
Life is amazing in every way.
Life is all there is to know,
Life is what makes flowers grow,
Life is important so don't forget,
Life is great so don't regret.
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a
Speaking for the treesFrom the tree tops
I can see it all so clearly
The ripples fading further
a tip-toe and a stolen kiss
Outside the hive where we have wandered.
Speaking for the trees,
We stand taller now than ever before
Not to see the writing,
but to hear the whispers
behind closed doors.
and touched what I thought was the sun
and noticed it was just beyond my fingertips
but my tiny hand is warmed
by two lips
and that became more important to me
than any sun could be.
Speaking for the trees
Some have made their homes in me
climbed inside my head
behind my eyes
opened the door to my soul
He said he saw a sunset burning through the canopy
of endless time
Hanging like leaves
having held on through a strong wind
trumpets suckled by hummers
draw summer nearer
weaving closed the gap from spring
Tending the WeedsI used to let you
tend my garden,
but you've never been good
at telling the roses
apart from the weeds.
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