Mar 24
I found a small self-written poem on the train. I will translate it into English, since it is not my native language. I also have a photo attached. I find the meaning very beautiful.
In the green-blue coolness,
deep down in the sea stands the algae,
you almost can’t see it.
And the water flows gently,
sways it back and forth,
it never rises high up into the light.
But up on the ground of the earth,
there walks the human
with a firm goal.
He has the choice every hour;
so choose well, then
you will achieve much.
