Gäbs es nid

The beauty
of seasons
watermelons
fending off summers
heath

colorful fall
the crunch of
leaves
many a little
critter to
meet

winters cold
the purity of
snow
the change to spring
like life
giving a
second chance

A little
moth
with its leaf
happines akin
to an
invitation to
dance

words put
together
neatly, sloppy
told
in books,
on screens

old folks
content, faces
with little
crow's feets
listening in on
conversations
of giggling
teens

The cold morning
air
the world
and its
antics
barely awake

honest heart
to heart
talks and cry and
laughter
nothing forced
nothing fake

The world in
all its
glory
beauty's precious
seed

whenever I
lay my eyes upon
it
I stop and
think
me müests erfinde
gäbs es nid.