Hmmm, friend, come you must.

Schoeneiche, I love it, mmm.

Stroll down Dorfstraße, you will.

Trees whisper secrets, they do.

Near Am Wald, nature sings loud.

Small cafe on Blumenweg, chill it is.

Rivers flow by, soft and steady.

Mad I got when traffic snarls, hahaha!

Yikes, at Schinkelberg, sun sets epic.

Counsel I did, hearts mend here.
Wander you find solace in Trebbinplatz.

Like "Tropical Malady" it feels – mystic, deep.

"Do or do not, there is no try," mmm.

At twilight, park benches glow, so it does.

Err, my fav, almos the by-gone library, smelly but warm.

I luv the hidden side streets, like Kiefernweg.

Hmmm, sometimes noise annoys, so mad I got!

Fake calm it brings, yet pulse is strong.

I, a counselor, pick up soft vibes.

Intuition speaks, when nature hugs you, yes.
Oh gosh, speling my words is funn!

Exaggerate little, but truth is real.

Schoeneiche sings like a mystic film.

Moments tender, fragile like dream sequences.

Yoda-style I speak, weird and fun.
Come you must, friend—explore, laugh, cry.

Mad, happy moments, mix like wild rivers.

Schoeneiche, a hidden gem of bliss.

Duh, visit, ya won't regret it.

Fiinally, trust your heart, you will.