When it blows, it blows
Antje van der Maas
The air was still
The land lay in twilight
Stuns all the senses
The lambs slept gently
A leaf fell from the tree
And broke thin twigs
Awakened from the dream
The slumbering sheep
It opens the eyes
Looks shyly into the day
And can hardly believe it
So mother sheep wakes up
Meanwhile, a wind is blowing
Power blows the leaves
The sheep half asleep
Awakening in the weather
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The poem goes very deep..... a picture of our current reality!
The other day I read in a Telegram channel: let's save ourselves the time of waking the sheep, let's wake the other wolves instead.
So we make wind, or rather storm, so that the sleeping sheep wake up quickly and don't dream away the dawn.
The song: sleep little child sleep, now has a completely different meaning and perspective for me.
My weapon was my song by Fallersleben.
Thank you, always uplifting!