Mother Earth

Blue dragon-fly above the river
Stones filter the downstream water
Trees have an eye hidden in the trunck
Birds are singing and knock the branches
Multicolor butterflies arround the forest
Woods on the ground, molded by humans
Grass and flowers and moss everywhere
Peaceful sounds of a falling water
A fresh natural smell in the clean air

We need to love our Mother
I love our Mother
The purest goddess of all times

Calming vibes from flying insects
Warm spots on my skin from fairies
Light energy from the sunshine of sky
We drink the vibrations of trees
We dance from our inner wild soul
We celebrate our animal friends
We taste the piece of life that we have
Abounding in gratefulness for our Mother

We admire and desire the power
The protector of us is our Mother
We love our Mother
The purest goddess of all times

Seeing the happiness with my heart
Hearing the green atmosphere
Into the woods I found my spirit
We are ready to go on an adventure
Running. Bare feet. Extremely high.

Green

Nature lover
Climbing the trees,
Smoking some weed,
Flying without falling ‘cause
I got my clover with me and
I let the dollars outside the peace.

Dazed and confused
With two pieces of cucumber
On my green makeup eyes
I’m fresh like the baby frog in bog
Eating avocado paste over my salad
Of small apples and sweet kiwi.

Hippie lifestyle
High like the mountain
With grass under my feet
Abounding in green peas flowers
Refreshing my mind, lying down.

Free like a crocodile
With love in my heart
Breezy’s love for everything
Led by the green chakra inside me
Smiling to every beautiful detail of life.

Orange

Fresh autumn into the woods
Multicolor leaves painting a carpet
Red, yellow, especially orange
From the tall trees to ground
Flying away, dancing with rythm.

Announcing the Halloween
Lighting from window, the fire
Of frightening pumpkin eyes
Glowing a special color into
The houses, the neighbourhood.

Silent in my home
I drink a glass of heaven
Made from round, juicy oranges
Admiring the event from inside and
Activating my lovely sacral chakra.

Emotions shaking me
Connect the body, mind and soul
Vitality and strenght, new feelings
Warm me like the heat of sun does
I’m aware of my sexuality and charm.

Utopia

I’m chasing another world
Escaping from the cage
Cutting the windows
Just a bit to fit myself
Hope nobody’s looking
‘Cause they can’t see the slit
They’ll see a foolish human

Running to some green
Opening widely my arms
Ready to embrace knowledge
Of life, universe and everything
The strong brown trunck
With a branchy green crown
It’s the forty-two itself

Lying under my tall tree
Connecting our souls together
Seeing the song of birds
Hearing the flying vibrations
Breaking walls of ignorance
Being a free bird, not a snail

Smelling the utopic world
Quiet green, loudly silence
Heartbeats creat a song
Lighting the feelings
Deep in the darkness
The earth swallows my body

Suddenly, I’m waking up
To a new old reality
Felt my dream so true
I’m preparing to run again

Nature love

Sun’s blessing, moon’s blessing
The light of sky is progressing,
Embracing pieces of earth,
Helping nature to rebirth

Fresh air all over the atmosphere
Respired with a tremendous cheer
Mountains give the clearest water
For health is the natural daughter

Forest is watching the dance of
Wild animals that spread love
The sky inspires dreams for artists
Who are experimenting catharsis

Beauty or ugly

I can see the ugly parts, I’m not blind
Walking on the street, resisting the wind
Of rude and non-sens words and looks
Poor humans, non-readers of books
Amused by local jokes and rumors
They’re calling each other „losers”

I can’t change them, nothing can
Just themselves, some began
Others sit and wait for tomorrow
Having in eyes a kind of sorrow
Losing the battle, they can’t focus
On what’s worthy to gain bonus

I bring the beauty when it’s sold out
Enjoying music by singing so loud
I’m happy in nature, into the woods
Not interested of material goods
Running naked, having no doubt
Found my seed and I just sprout!

Freedom

Little nose sniffing the scent of life
Being free in the woods, isn’t a rife
Practice for humans, more like a strife
Between comfort and the top of a knife

That’s how it feels for poor creatures
Without senses or special features
Blocking themself, boring teachers
Of tiresome class, they’re well keepers

They keep it with a such severity
A norm can’t be seen with clarity
By flower power they call vulgarity
But they aren’t talking with sincerity

Walking barefoot on the ground
Birds are making all the sound
It’s the freedom that I found
Enjoy with me and come around!