Der Stein sah den Schmetterling
War sehr erfreut über ihn
Wie der die Lüfte bewegt
Dachte nicht eine Minute
Würde er landen auf ihm
Wäre genau so erfreut
Dem Stein fiel das Atmen ein
Wieder das Schütteln der Glieder
Wärme und Licht
Der Stein ließ das Steinsein los
Wusste es wieder
Was seine Bestimmung war
Dass eine Blüte sich in ihm verbarg
Wiedererweckt
Würde sie lieben
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