Beech tree bay

Nobody can tell the tale,

None can tell it now.

For it drowned, and went far under,

Where no one could find it more.

 

Days have passed, and kept on going,

On their downhill track.

The story kept calling,

But no one listened….

Nobody wanted to hear.

 

And the weeks came and went

No one has sent them, but here they were

Passing, through place and shadow,

The sun was there,

Beside the White clouds, which herald rain.

Neither it, nor they wanted to hear the tale,

Which under the surface waited still….

 

Then the time brought months,

Who chnged the forrest’s hue, time, and time again.

And the tale still lay on the bottom of the sea

Not only wáter covered it now,

But Brown sand hid it underneath its grains

 

Years finally came,

New and new people came to the beach.

So many of them.

But none of them listened,

 To what the tale had to say.

 

Then a wave, gentle but hard,

Set out towards land

It wasn’t wide, it was not high…

No one watched it, who knows why,

And the wave kept coming,

With speed with waves are misstresses of,

With the frough that it brought,

It carried change.

 

And the tale,

Still young, for some tales never age,

Arose from the depths,

Shook of all the sand,

And came to light

The wave carried it, all the way,

To the beech tree bay.

 

There it ended, for the wave,

For it crashed against the shore,

And was no more.

Only a stein, on a black Stone,

Reminds of its journey.

But quickly the stein fades away,

For it is, a sunny day.

 

The wave had perished,

but the tale’s long wait has ended.

No more, shall it be forgotten,

Because now it is among people,

close to their hearts.

It Lives within them,

And waits for you

 

So come, to beech tree bay,

Let your heart hear, what it has to say.

For one person, nailed a sheet to a tree,

Wet’s the sheet.

Because from time to time,

Raindrops it beat.

But the words are still to be made out,

And something tells me

That the person will nail it again, to another tree,

And one day, you will see.

 

The sheet will face the coming waves,

In their journey’s last phase,

Make it, that your way passes throught that place,

And try to look, into its face.