wow
millions of them

and how short-lived we are
and look how frail we are

soon they shall wither
within short they will be gone

and we are just like them -
like the wildwood windflowers

amongst last year´s leaves
we pop up out of nothing
and for no reason
isn´t it strange

isn´t it wonderful

as if the ground itself
opens her eyes for a little while

to have a look around

for no specific reason

except for

wow!