Morning

The night creeps slowly out

morning my way to visit.

Dreaming of the summer yet the case.

A butterfly flies

at it,

when the summer wind

go over the heath.

Flower with a bee,

collects nectar.

To walk across the lawn my

my toes-free

shoes allowed.

Now the will of the natural child

by law,

naked nature hike.

Over the meadow to it,

which hides a great love.

After a while I cry, reedy shore,

the loneliness of life.

The sun is the most important

is, just for a moment to take a

flight dragonfly.

Soon comes autumn, and

The summer is over. writer

is still always in the soul

a never-ending summer heat.