The forest floor is filled by voices
A leaf has appeared on which a strange sight is taking place
A surprising variant of the common fern
starts at the moist leaves on the ground
and in an increasingly brighter shade of green
reaches towards to sun
hidden behind the tree tops
In a sudden change from order
the leaf is torn away to icy frost
Blue as a polar contrast to the forest
And at the end hangs a frozen drop
suddenly stopped in it's fall towards the warmth of the ground
and a little to the left
a soul is captured in eternal cold
For it cannot see the light
cannot feel the heat
and the ice on the corneas distorts all impressions
with an efficiency only mastered by the killers of emotions
A palace of ice can only hold the numb
How painful it must be
