{"id":2409,"date":"2020-08-09T13:26:45","date_gmt":"2020-08-09T13:26:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/megaga.dk\/?p=2409"},"modified":"2020-08-09T13:26:45","modified_gmt":"2020-08-09T13:26:45","slug":"the-seed-children-frobornene","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/?p=2409","title":{"rendered":"The Seed Children \/ Fr\u00f8b\u00f8rnene"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-left: 150px; padding-top: 150px; padding-bottom: 200px; font-family: Garamond,serif;\">\n<p>out among the soft rolling hills<br \/>\nthat roll in their own pocket of time<br \/>\nthere\u2019s a house for special children<\/p>\n<p>each of them born<br \/>\nwith a seed inside their head<\/p>\n<p>a seed of a copper beech<br \/>\na seed of a larch<br \/>\na seed of an oak<br \/>\na seed of a maple<br \/>\na seed of a birch<br \/>\na seed of an elm<\/p>\n<p>a seed for every kind of tree<br \/>\nthe world needs<br \/>\nfor the birds that bring dreams<br \/>\nto us ordinary shadows<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>the children arrive from nowhere<br \/>\nbut always from among us<\/p>\n<p>and we never notice<br \/>\nthey have gone<\/p>\n<p>we never notice<br \/>\nthey have been here<\/p>\n<p>we just feel a weight has gone<br \/>\nfrom our knees<br \/>\nand go about our daily nothings<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>they sleep in soft beds<br \/>\non pillows stuffed with clouds<br \/>\nand a single dewdrop<\/p>\n<p>made by the Thistleman<br \/>\nand the ghosts of bees<br \/>\nof bygone summers<br \/>\n(as you know)<\/p>\n<p>cats of light<br \/>\nbeetles of rainbows<br \/>\nsoon-to-be angels<br \/>\nand playful violins<br \/>\nsee to their every need<\/p>\n<p>preparing them for their inevitable departure<br \/>\nwhen they will venture out<br \/>\namong the rolling hills<br \/>\nto sit down in a nice spot<br \/>\nthey will recognise<br \/>\nwhen they see it<br \/>\nand let the seed take over<br \/>\nand nature run its course<\/p>\n<p>and when Time goes by<br \/>\nit will recognise<br \/>\nevery single child<\/p>\n<p>and smile<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size:56pt;color:red;\">.<\/p>\n<p>ude mellem de bl\u00f8dt rullende bakker<br \/>\nder ruller i deres egen lomme af tid<br \/>\ner der et hus for specielle b\u00f8rn<\/p>\n<p>hver is\u00e6r f\u00f8dt<br \/>\nmed et fr\u00f8 inde i hovedet<\/p>\n<p>et fr\u00f8 af en blodb\u00f8g<br \/>\net fr\u00f8 af en l\u00e6rk<br \/>\net fr\u00f8 af en eg<br \/>\net fr\u00f8 af et ahorntr\u00e6<br \/>\net fr\u00f8 af en birk<br \/>\net fr\u00f8 af en elm<\/p>\n<p>et fr\u00f8 af alle slags tr\u00e6er<br \/>\nverden har brug for<br \/>\ntil fuglene, der bringer dr\u00f8mme<br \/>\ntil os almindelige skygger<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>b\u00f8rnene kommer ingen steder fra<br \/>\nmen altid fra iblandt os<\/p>\n<p>og vi m\u00e6rker aldrig<br \/>\nat de er v\u00e6k<\/p>\n<p>vi m\u00e6rker aldrig<br \/>\nat de var her<\/p>\n<p>vi m\u00e6rker kun at en v\u00e6gt<br \/>\ner forsvundet fra vore kn\u00e6<br \/>\nog forts\u00e6tter i vort daglige tomrum<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>de sover i bl\u00f8de senge<br \/>\np\u00e5 puder fulde af skyer<br \/>\nog en enkelt dugdr\u00e5be<\/p>\n<p>lavet af Tidselmanden<br \/>\nog \u00e5nderne af hedengangne<br \/>\nsomres bier<br \/>\n(som du v\u00e9d)<\/p>\n<p>katte af lys<br \/>\nbiller af regnbuer<br \/>\nkommende engle<br \/>\nog legesyge violiner<br \/>\npasser og plejer dem<\/p>\n<p>og forbereder dem p\u00e5 deres uundg\u00e5elige afsked<br \/>\nn\u00e5r de skal begive sig afsted<br \/>\nud blandt de rullende bakker<br \/>\nfor at s\u00e6tte sig p\u00e5 en dejlig plet<br \/>\nde genkender<br \/>\nn\u00e5r de ser den<br \/>\nog lade fr\u00f8et tage over<br \/>\nog naturen g\u00e5 sin gang<\/p>\n<p>og n\u00e5r Tiden g\u00e5r forbi<br \/>\nvil den genkende<br \/>\nhvert eneste barn<\/p>\n<p>og smile<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>out among the soft rolling hills that roll in their own pocket of time there\u2019s a house for special children each of them born with a seed inside their head a seed of a copper beech a seed of a larch a seed of an oak a seed of a maple a seed of a 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