The Forest
Into the forest, in a quiet place,
I am constantly drawn.
There is no rush, no race.
You can recognize nature.
And in the rustling of its leaves,
you can hear many things.
Hear the birds singing beautifully,
it will captivate you.
The wind whispers in the branches,
the peaks bow reverently.
Wild sounds interrupt the silence of the forest,
offering a wealth of wonders.
Keep your eyes open,
your heart rejoices so much.
That’s why in the forest you see
the pure power of the Creator in nature.
Fritz Edinger
