Over flourishing meadows
the flown morning's spirit takes a breath
as diamonds shimmering in the fogg
in the grass that was on fire in greenest green
in the moment we call the morning

Bird song fulfilled the whole
of everything that was and is
a piece of the reality
here and now, single-step
ahead in the reality

Then, when the day exudes gold
and the silver submits of the tongue
with caressing words
as travels in the time of
awakening hugs

A birth, a new day
a new time that hugs it all
of life giving aspects
as in closed breath
also, the death gives birth to

One walk
were the road
glorifies the object
of all things
that is beyond. . .