Heart in the Leaves
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
Oh if only I could bind myself in silence… with the spruces, oaks, beeches. Would need to fathom fate no more and seek for nothing else besides.
Trees that let colourful leaves wilt
need ask no questions
allow the foliage to seize my heart
and the wind to wave through my hair
Sometimes I wish simply to fall with them
to scatter myself in the wind
like the call of the owl through the forest to resound
and to delight in non-being
The mind in autumn seems to me so gentle
in peace, turned inward upon itself
as if it had all that I thought
swept away under nothing but fallen leaves
Oh if only I could quietly ally myself
with the spruces, oaks, beeches
need no longer fathom any fate
and seek nothing else besides
My life would be still and quiet
now I would be green, then adorned in colour
Roots strike out my journey
and my world no longer mad
Yes autumn keeps what it promises
it colours the souls, makes them pure
only with autumn, I want nothing more,
I want to be still and happy