We're walking down the quiet lane
No day in sight
Darkness rule the night
From dusk to dawn
Is yet an eon
In the quiet streets
a billion lights are glistening
As if a sea of stars
has fallen upon earth
For my eyes meant see

Suddenly
a joyful song was heard
There, in a tree
beside a shining star
a little blackbird.
is greeting me
I wish unto you, my sleepy pilgrim, a very good day.

Please listen to my song and what I have to say.
This is truly a very good day.
It is for you, the song I sing
You are, as am I
made a masterpiece
by His loving hand.
Michelangelo in all his glory couldn’t make such a lovely thing.

Nor could Mozart or Vivaldi
Compete in beauty
With my melody

Not a single star in the sky is shown
But at the horizone
a golden rey of dawn
spoke to me of hope and light

The ground is shimmering of golden leafs and pearls of dew
Golden tunes of sparkning fire
All the shades of passion and desire
in a wildly dance the storms come tumbleing.
Prior the winter rest
Creation with
euphria and beauty blessed

The little blackbird sings from its nest:
This is for you,
Unfailing love
From above

Standing still and listening
To the little blackbird
and the tune I heard
I take a deep breath
And drink a cup
of the crispy passion of fall.
Then we continue our walk, my dog and I.