Staying in the Woodman’s Cabin

Here the birds fly down
Right into the garden
Here the sky lifts
Straight up from the ground.
If only we lived here
The whole year round –
We’d speak much slower
We’d grow far taller.
Here the hedgehog grunts
And noses in the corner
The old well has a chain
That clinks and clanks…
Look out of the window
The moon is pressing on the pane
Open the door –
The sun is standing on the mat outside.