Now we walk it so easily.
Far away the first paths grow dim,
New heavens have been reached.
Primeval mountains and open countries
Float far, playful in one.
Cities we crossed at night
Are a simple, bright picture.
Bright clouds streaks across;
Their shadow run encircles us.
Kill big blue moths
Up like books in front of us.”
Poem by Hans Carossa,
poet from Bad Tolz
