She was always quiet,
and everyone wanted
to know her story,
but it was simple:
her father drank too much,
her mother broke all vases,
her sister ignored everything,
her brother partook in it all,
and she always paid attention.
And that was her story.
And her story was simple,
and it was short,
and it was harsh,
but she got used to it.
To Withstand the Tempest
O you town inhabitant, understand:
never will my feet come to a halt.
For only the wind is able to
strengthen my mind and felicity;
when I delve into old forests,
and discover forgotten paths,
only the wind carries my embodiment
and removes the fetters from my feet.
O malcontent, it is assured:
with these hands I created all
you could never own or possess:
a complete harmony with nature,
a live which exists in unison
with all untouched landscapes.
My prudent mind and flesh are now
added to the cycle of nature.
O addict of dissatisfaction,
as long as I allow my complex body
to partake in the interaction
of currents, winds and tides,
I neither interrupt nor harm
inhalations and exhalations;
but I offer each relation
the air of my tired lungs.
O you settled being, hear my words:
I will never be unhoused,
for nature gives me shelter,
as long as I respect and accept.
And when the sun begins to set,
leaves and gusts will carry my name;
for nature has accepted me, and I
have become a part of the whole.
To Advocate the Tempest
O vagabond, when will it be
that you will rest and stop?
It is necessary for your soul
and important for its resilience.
Is it not the best for you
to lacerate your avid lust?
Should you not devour your desire
to explore nature and its secrets?
O traveller, will you not beg
that all forests and animals
remember and recall all deeds
your worn-out hands have wrought?
Now, why do you fight for a soul
which is set free and unfettered?
Self-reliance and cawing birds
cannot replace your lost values.
O wanderer, hear my words:
awake from the cryptic depths
of your admired mountains,
depart from all these rivers,
where tides unify themselves
with precious biodiversity.
Do not intervene and disturb
these urgent breaths of nature.
O wayfarer, answer this:
which paths will you choose,
when Mother Nature will not
sing your tired mind to sleep?
When you must rest in the dust,
when you abandon assured shelter,
when the road is your only home,
will the dirt whisper your name?
Will we ever hear your voice? I imagine it would be soft :)
It could be. Perhaps one day I could do an Omegle fan meet up or something similar.
How is your vocabulary so wide, when you're from Germany? I really admire your choice of writing.
I grew up with both languages; English and German (bilingual). Besides that, I mostly read English books and a lot of people I do have contact with live in other countries, whereby conversations often are in English. If you participate in conversations and other matters every day, your vocabulary will improve itself automatically.