knowing

hate
is just a rush
like a fire that burns
eating everything around
but when all the things
that can be eaten are gone
and turned to ashes, to dust
the heat dies and has to fade
cool rain will fall down on
the black und the silence
and the wind will blow
a seedling starts to grow
it feels the touch of the air
the water and the earth feeds
it will become stronger
and in his mind it knows
some day a new fire will spread
with its wrath it will kill
but any harm could ever destroy
one single thing the seedling
had been told
by the whispering wind
that kissed him to life
you can die and die again
one thing will always last
this what is
the sense of life
love


Several years old and not really special, but I still like it somehow.