The poem Dowsing Rod by Joseph von Eichendorff served as a model: „A song sleeps in all things here, that dream on, far and near, and the world will start to sing, if you find the magic word.“ ______________________ Through the trees, a whisper glides, Wind weaves dreams where silence hides. Rivers hum of distant shores, Stones guard light that time restores. Dewdrops fade in morning’s glow, Gifting songs the world might know… Do you hear when silence calls? The magic woven through it all? A breath, a spark, a star’s embrace Then awakes the boundless space. In all things, a song lies dreaming, Dreaming on through endless night. Till the world, its voice redeeming, Sings the word that brings to light. Starry seas that span the skies, Moonlight kisses where it lies. Shells that shores could never keep Sing the songs the deep still keeps. Ebb will murmur, flow will rise Songs that time cannot disguise… Do you listen as worlds still? The magic bending to your will? A wave, a flame, a word takes flight Then resounds the song of light! In all things, a song lies dreaming, Dreaming on through endless night. Till the world, its voice redeeming, Sings the word that brings to light. Laughter, soft as silk, is spun, Friendship needs no words, just one. Bread is shared on paths unknown, Glances turn the world to stone. Every hand that holds your own Bears the song the stars have sown… From the dust and children’s yearning, From the gaze where love takes root, Ancient oaks with secrets burning Sound ascends, our hearts salute. All in chorus, voices soar Speak the word, unlock the door! In all things, a song lies dreaming, Dreaming on through endless night. Till the world, its voice redeeming, Sings the word that brings to light.
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