Secret cobblestone alleyways
They will tell you
Long-forgotten castles
Buried in the foothills of the Alps
They will tell you
Streams converging on rivers
Diverging back to streams
Running through endless fields
And carving through rock
They will tell you
A farmhouse sitting in a meadow
Quiet and happy with loneliness
Glowing on the inside
Whispering its warmth
Content with its agelessness
They will tell you
Meandering through a valley
Of pebbles, grass, and dirt
A meaty slug crawls on its ancient belly
Through an ancient wood
They will tell you
Barges passing each other in the night
Waiving their homage
To Bacharach and St. Goar
They will tell you
The shadows of bombed out churches
Slickened by ash and rain
They will tell you
A soldier and a civilian in love
They will tell you
They will tell you
That Germany is beautiful
