Balls up, flees and crouches down,
Shyly lift your head again for a new fight
And silently builds higher and higher.
Sunken is the green meadow of the valley ..
The morning air hits us chilly,
An alb wants to lay itself on our soul -
The closeness looks strange out of the pale grey.
Suddenly the wall of fog tears in two,
A crimson glow surrounds the jagged clouds,
And radiant rises from the defiant rocky neck
The face of the sun victorious and free!
So out of the waves rose an insubstantial tide
knowledge on, and over dark shadows,
The high peaks had slept long,
She threw the wonderful glow of light.
And who in the valley cried for salvation,
Humanity lifted its light-weaned eyes,
to soak up the miracle of the sun,
And sank to his knees, relieved, blissful.
Dear @v-siniarski , Did you take pictures of such wonderful scenery from the top of the mountain in the cold winter weather?😲
The sun rising from the sea of clouds seems to symbolize the birth of the world. Which province in Germany has such a beautiful landscape?😄
In the mountain at 560 m altitude on the Wegelnburg. 🙂🙂🙂
That 'blanket of clouds' looks amazing!
Me gusto tu post buen trabajo, felicitaciones feliz día productivo.
Thank you 🙂🙂🙂