I love...

... how birds chirp in the morning,

that know no sorrow.

When spring awakens and the world is young,

when dew glitters like diamonds upon the leaves,

I love the flowers reborn from earth.

I love the smell so fresh and free,

like eternity from the heavens above.

I love the song of life.

I love...

... all those places wide and high,

the woodland's poem of greenery,

the fields of flowers, the endless deserts,

the mountains crowned with snow.

I love the wild horse's galopp,

and the tigers roar.

I love the wind in birdfeathers.

I love the colours of the beating heart.

I love...

... the might of a vulcanic roar,

the rumple in the planet's bowel.

I love the waterfalls and avalances.

I love the storms that shake our life,

the flooding's beauty, the tornado's dance.

I love this majestic, raw explosions,

and the rainbow afterwards.

I love the queen's dance.

I love...

... I love the silence under snow,

the shady deeps, so wast and empty.

I love the stars so high above us,

to watch but never intervene,

that might be just a dying echo.

I love, when you sink in the ground,

I love, when there is not a sound.

The peace, the loving embrace of the end.

I love the caress of death.

Because from death new life is born,

no bone will ever be forlorn.

In energy we're freed and chained,

nothing lost and nothing gained.

On this planet we are bound,

each creature under sky and ground.

We can't break free for any cost.

Nothing gained. And nothing lost.