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I'm sitting in the grass and look
in the little babbling brook
, it flows so clear meaning
sometimes tangy, then gently
slowly, this exercise
on our fellow creatures, the
individuals, and many people
a large and fascinating power. From both sides
Bach, flowering shrubs
, fragrant, white flowers
, high acacia or
the burly white birch, green river
line the edges.
On many branches and twigs, feathered guests stay
chirping.
And in the crystal clear water, many fish
you discover the
here and there are times quickly
stretched head out of the water
around for a fat mosquito or fly
stretches far to the outside. On
stream's edge,
for frogs and dragonflies, is even plenty of room
. Here the world is still pure,
intact, here we notice it hardly
is here the air is still clean, she is still here
entirely pure, the view here is
still free, here you can look
still in the distance. Wherever build their nests
dippers,
as can the purity of the stream water
to trust even unaudited. The
but it remains, there must be well
build on the insight and common sense all
the nature-loving people. ©
khvhh
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with nice, warm regards, kuddel_hh. ~~)))))" °>
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Eigenpro image, rhyme anyway
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Thörl park
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