Listening
hears
a bell´s
brittle sound

Opens your eyes
and looks
Sun glare is
reflected in
the birch leaves

Think,feel, experience

Wind
moderate
lukewarm and healthy
becomes the brittle
tone of the sound

The sun´s shine
becomes mine

The wind just lukewarm
and healty
will be the spring wind
I want to be

Soon I´m, a being, a bell, a wind
With a sun kissed cheek