Austria

After all is said and done,
The life that all will lead,
Will rest akin to that
Which likened to a seed

Which is planted come full moon,
And sprouts a leafy part,
Peeling out from darkened depths
To partake of life and art.

Listen to the high tide calling,
Waves of oceans echo, roar,
Midst the streams of clear cool mountains
There behind a distant shore.

The army of a life so true
Has love and wisdom there,
It’s arms are full of peaceful tales,
And leaves all others bare.