But the poet’s words thanks to Schiller the master
United in our beautiful differences
A burning streak in the dark of a night sky
Like a shooting star going faster than our wishes
All creatures drink of joy
At the nature’s breasts.
All Just Ones, all Evil Ones
Follow her trail of roses.
Kisses she gave us and grapevines,
A friend, proven in death.
Salaciousness was given to the worm
And the cherub stands before God.