A little snail with feelers high,
Creeping slow beneath the sky,
Tangled webs with dew so clear,
Sparkling jewels, a world so near.
Sunlight dances in the trees,
Golden rays through branches breeze,
Tangled webs and morning dew,
The forest wakes, fresh and new.
Her silken path along the ground,
Quiet steps, without a sound,
Tautropfen shining in the mist,
Nature's magic, sunlight kissed.
Sunlight dances in the trees,
Golden rays through branches breeze,
Tangled webs and morning dew,
The forest wakes, fresh and new.
Feelers reaching for the light,
In the shadows, soft and bright,
Through the pines, the morning calls,
A little snail, so small, enthralls.
Sunlight dances in the trees,
Golden rays through branches breeze,
Tangled webs and morning dew,
The forest wakes, fresh and new.
In the quiet of the dawn,
The snail moves slowly, never gone,
With dewdrops sparkling in the air,
She carries on, without a care.