The falling leaves fly on the wind,
creating a magical world all around me,
where I can suddenly sense the unseen.
Like angels flying on the wind,
the yellow leaves find their place,
on the floors of a broken world.
As I sense the first winter snow,
my heart fills up with the scent of Christmas,
where an open fire warms my soul,
and a deer calmly walks through the first snow.
The winter forest is an empty land,
where the ending waits for a new beginning,
as children fill the air with their laughter.
My mind is lost in this magical world,
and quickly wanders off to unknown places,
in search of undiscovered bulbs of wisdom.
As I mindlessly dance through this magic land,
I find my laughter in the highest tree,
where a red kite is stuck in the bare branches,
and a million red robins are there to release it.
Where peace dwells on the lowest grounds,
love flies up in the highest skies creating rainbows,
where blue tits pick snowflakes with their beaks,
bringing them like small gifts to the ground,
where children receive them with the greatest joy.
In this magical world where everything is possible,
the greatest possibilities are brought,
to the smallest places on earth.