and: the poetry thread

[Andrea]

Five-year-old - God, why does everybody call you God?
God - Because I have no name

Five-year-old - God, I tried to walk on water like you
God - Came off well?
Five-year-old - No, but I learned to swim

The Oak and the Birch - God, why do we have to change our foliage all the time?
God - Because I want to hear you speak
The Oak and the Birch - But we can´t speak
God - That´s why I need a lots of people