It´s a gift
to wake up
to walk
in the promise
the air, the birds
and the sun
in all the silence
the grass cries
of joy
a gift
an oath
without demands

A young wind
delivers you
peacefully
from the night´s womb
whispers
what is possible
also this day

A temple of hope
is every step
on each whispering mother
the prism of the leaves
sing of consolation

When a day crumbles
as it sometimes does
compass and pole
play tag with you
without beeing asked
a drop of dew
nanostrength
from eternal mornings
will carry you through