2024/Aurora-

I am from Christmas Markets,

From big chocolates and yummy bratwursts.

I am from the place of animals who live under the lovely trees

Where I felt the warm embrace of a hug, it tasted like love.

I am from the Black Forest and cuckoo clocks and

The loud grasshoppers

Whose sounds of company I remember

As if they were my own.

I’m from small markets and lots of cows,

From strawberries and old houses.

I’m from the place with a simple flag and the

Three colors of it are red, yellow, and black,

From harsh schools and good lunches!

I’m from a place where I can see the stars

with a mighty glow when I look up in the sky

And the shooting clusters to count that I can do myself.

I’m from a place with fields of dandelions

With a honey and candy sort of smell.

From dead plants lost

To the harsh cold winters and fireplaces

That used to keep me warm as I slept in my bed.

Under my bed was a pile of hidden purple gummy bears

Spilling onto the floor where there would be

A lingering scent of grapes

To drift beneath my dreams

I am from those moments-

Of picking fruits before I could reach the bushes and

Eating apples that had fallen from the trees.