The ear of grain can hardly bear the kernels anymore
The wind blows its images into the wheat field
Dreams happily of past summer days
And just like it, many people in the world feel the same

"Thank you," thinks the apple tree
"Thank you for the summer dream"
Only the maggot thinks
"Too bad that my home is being taken away"

"Thank you," thinks the butterfly
"Thank you that no one finds me"
And once more the sunflower bows its head gracefully

The grapes hang heavy on their vines
And smiling, the sun sends
Its warm light into the valley
The flowers gather strength for new life
And the brook catches, sparkling,
The last sunbeam

"Thank you," thinks the pair of swallows
"Thank you for the brood of children"
And the beaver is happy about his new winter lodge

"Thank you," thinks the bee as well
"Thank you for the lilac bush"
And the hedgehog performs a little dance of joy with his wife

Ouh, you're poking me again!
Oh nonsense, you're poking me!

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