Almost a rhythm.
The leaves whirl around.
Is it autumn yet?
No, it’s a roar.
The lack of education is the loudest.
„Where are you going?“ asked the brain.
„Where the wind carries me,“ answered the heart.
„Where is that?“ brooded the brain.
„Where my self guides me,“ confessed the heart.
„What does it say?“ wondered the brain.
„Follow me!“ nodded the heart.
Your big blue eyes,
and your curly red hair,
makes us hardly believe,
that you’ve been a year.
With antenna and large helmet,
…you’re walking through your garden.
Waves reach you very often,
and you’re their little warden.