With your chilly shadows, with your green meadows, o sweet residence!
As a Goodbye we sing for you a song of gratitude.
Invite us again as you did today to greenery scent and songs in the beautiful time of May.
Look, from far away the forest still hears it at his evening rest.
The treetops he wishes to bow, he waves with his branches, "Farewell!" he exclaims to us.
Hoffmann von Fallersleben 1848
Do you feel this? After all german romanticism does know nature and recognizes the forest as an intelligent being, but - in the same moment we have to admit: that the relationship between us and the realm of the trees is the leave. Home is where the heart is: While the nature natives and the indigenes are at home in their forests we live in continuing disconnection from our green and true mother.
We were in communion with each other - may it be for a sunday afternoon picnic or a entire cultural era - but this shiny link is paling in the same tempo as we are returning to our cities and civilisation structures.Nevertheless, my german brothers and sisters: We are to hold this Farewell Song in our hearts, on our tongues.
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