quiet sounds from silent sources of joy

While the lyrical I praises the splendor of nature with its beautiful flowers, the interplay of the trees with bees, the power of fire and the breathtaking change of the seasons, it simultaneously exposes the destructive power of humanity. Vices such as greed, envy, anger and hatred are not only dangerous for fellow human beings, but also for nature. We pollute the water, pollute the air, disregard the rain and torture animals and plants, but the lyrical I always sees a glimmer of hope. God gives hope, and nature gives us a new beginning every year and every morning. It shines even in the greatest darkness. In harmony with nature, however, the lyrical I also finds himself and meaning in his life.