I hear the Danish people talking

and laughing through flower beds

and gardens

feels like home

beech forest rustle in their beautiful leaves

whispers welcome and is one of

life’s sparklers

a country without high mountains

but elongated beaches and ocean as

far as I can see

the birds chirp and fly with joy and

I want their wings

my red heart beats for the beautiful

souls who lives here

always with open arms

with love for one another and

their country

they show me the way into the

rose scents

where dreams become crystal

clear of the moon light in the

ocean somewhere

adventurous beauty

a magical air sight

I light a candle tonight

it is lovely to be

Norwegian in Denmark.

Thank you.

-Orkidedatter-