A Fountain

The lions, the wolves, the snakes.

Thirsty scavengers


for each and every sheep.


What can I see?

The river runs hot

into the icy mountain.

Within lies a fountain

more precious than you or me.


What hides under that water, so energetic and hot?

It is too large for our eyes to see.

A fountain, without a Me

No You No Us

Down in that precious lot.


There in that gigantic stone

lies the source

of lively, powerful water.

Dreamed by your ancestors

invisisble for decades.


Threatened since eternity

survives that fountain, shelter of each and every sheep,

solely on his own.

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