Zauberwort

I have been loving the wintery, snowy, windy weather lately, and I can't help but think of this wonderful poem, about Opa, how cold he always was in the winter, but how much I loved sitting, talking, and reading in the kitchen with him and Oma when the nights were so long.

Wünschelrute
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen,
die da träumen fort und fort
und die Welt hebt an zu singen,
triffst du nur das Zauberwort.

Wishing-Wand
A song sleeps in all things
that dream on and on unheard,
And the world begins to sing,
If you only land on the magic word.

Joseph von Eichendorff

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