Is nowhere here
Or is here nowhere?
The absolute silence is almost painful
And I can hear my breath cutting
The fresh morning air
That at the dawn is so sharp
It can virtually wound my cold skin
It seems like the place is dead
But only most sensitive
And most intuitive ears
Can hear the lively sound of Earth
And if you listen closely
You will discover the secrets
Hidden underneath the peaceful exterior
The whispering of the mighty Trees
Gossiping about the awoken Sun
Determined to find its way
Between thick protective branches
A narrow mountain Torrent
Flowing fast and briskly
Smacking all the Rocks and Stones
Across their sad little faces
Trying to bring them back to life
Drops of the mountain Dew
Hanging uinsteadily from the railing
Of an old wooden bridge
Scared of drowning
In the ominous waves of the River
Almost ready to fall
But not just yet
And last but not least
Tip of the majestic Mountain
Reigning over its fellows
Creasing its forehead as
Lashed by the ruthless Wind
And desperately trying to hide
In the soft layer of blushing Clouds
One lonely Falcon
Flying in circles
And looking for answers
To all the questionnes
That haven’t even been asked yet
Feels like I’ve been watching him forever
But only a minute have gone by
Is now the time
Or is the time now?
I breathe in quietly
Scared to interrupt
Nature’s morning routine
In my head
There are answers
And I’m not affraid
To look deeper and further
As for the first time
In a significant amount of time
I hear
I feel
I want
I love
And I am