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Morning fog lay down

In the lowlands and meadows.

Cool nights he kept

In fragrant sleeps stacks.

The forest over the river in silence froze,

Peaks of breathing.

And dusk through the woods wandered,

And the mystery was near.

Dawn in the forest caught me.

In the glow of gold,

Sunrise fire was already burning.

With the beam “spoke” then.

Here the beam touched the blue

And flooded the sky with light.

And the forest, waking from silence,

Suddenly, by singing birds he answered.

And finally, at his feet, he fell.

Trembling on the green grass.

The mist from the lowlands gray drove

And turned around in the afternoon fun.