To see the trees and all their leaves gently courted by the wind
as the sun, the moon and all the stars shine brightly high above,
is a treat, a gift a constant bless for us to share with utmost care
amidst a sparkling well, there´s our hearth and common home.

But to find and trace its inner space, to sense that glint of light
we have to bend our backs yes bow down to the very ground
were dandelions abound, a prism of the most exquisite kind,
a drop of dew leads us gently on, to see, its boundless grace.