Baumlied-

A ruined dungeon beneath the heavens, blinding and blue;

Hordes of silver, glittering butterflies flew;

Whiter than the brightest lily, at the centre it stood;

The glowing tree of motherhood.

Butterflies of pearls birthed from the leaves and twigs;

Shimmering roots; branches and figs;

Trunks of moonlight curling and twisting;

Like pale threads of silk, the fronds rippling.

The mausoleum of arches, old and doomed;

Yet a crib of creation, shadow of blazing life loomed;

The winged creatures rose ever higher;

Bewitching the eggshell loam, the desolate tomb is set on fire.

Lovelier than the prettiest rose, at the centre it stood;

The impassioned tree of womanhood.