Every tree has a soul,

every flower, that grows,

every meadow, which greens

every river, that flows.

And even a stone

has a name of it's own.

A tiny flee

and the bumblebee,

each single blade of grass,

the swimming fish,

every humans wish

and the clouds filled with rain -

on earth we will remain

till the day we are called

to a land unknown.

No more question to ask,

no more suffer or frown.

The stars seem desireable,

and may be they are,

but a long way to go.

No one travels so far.

Only here we can breathe

on this precious ground.

The Mother of all -

she takes care all around.

My job left to do:

maybe rescue a bee -

as a matter of fact

nothing else bothers me.