All well done,

our little heads put into

the holy

spring.

Life comes in a herd

life's shed found

life's foal runs away

life's faking its own death

life's idiots dance for life

life's daydreaming reflects around

life's son talks to dad

life's beauty pops out of rocks

life's floats the water atop

life's dirty clothes are all nicely washed

life's forms are noticed

life's earthly rainbows met

life's personal form individualized

life's pondering form woke at sunrise

life's envoys stand on hilltops

life's own son laughs at our lot

puts a lake full of tears.

Berci came along to watch,

how our bell rang and its voice floated

above thousands of meters

where we luckily avoided death.