- Carolin Rechberg
Garden of Eden
Here is where I live
Here the garden of Eden which is so willing to give
Swinging in the sun kissed evening breeze
As shadows seize the calm to be free
The rustling of leaves
Creeping of dancing branches
Alluding with the chirps and the humm of the bees
How to be
Swinging from a sling from the tree now a tool to play and not what it had been brutalized to be
Now we can see
Now we can breathe
We always could but forget to feel
Forget to be real and deal
With rather then steal life from the ones that know what life really has to show