For Judy in september

When the lovely young girl got deeper and deeper into the dark,
mighty forest, suddenly there was a small glade, full of sun, harmony and silence.
The wondrous waft of coming true got through her like a dream of an early childhood.
With tenderness she bent down to the flowers, of which she remembered since her beginning.
Was she allowed to believe in it?
Where have been now the mighty shadows of past?
The injured soul of the young girl got into deep confusion.
Crying she crushed the flowers and ran away free.
Wasn't it a doubtful charm, that had tried to confuse her mind?

---old fairy tale from the plejades---

Autor: Ralf Kuehn