Two Cities!

Above your green earth the great sun shines. They gush, purer than tears, the maturity of your springs of water your waves shine the rainbow green blue clear plain forest pasture snow-white lambs the lovely sails of the windmill sweet air endless horizon safe houses uniform roofs sound yellow and red gables new upon new oh! everything. On my earth, however, the sky outside is a sky full of black smoke the gardens have become wretched my plains are dry the rivers have run out of water. But: in my house there is a small oil lamp with a flowerpot maturity, in which I have planted my heart maturity with thousands upon thousands upon thousands upon thousands of forests...