Schlummre

Sleep and dream of the times to come,
Which soon will be yours
Dream, my child, of joy and grief,
Dream of those darling figures!

Many things may come and go,
Yet new ones always follow,
Just be good, be patient!

Sleep and dream of the power of spring,
See all the blooming and growing,
Hear how the bird song echos in the grove,
Love in heaven, on earth!

Today it all passes by and troubles you not,
But for you spring will also bloom and shine
Just be good, be patient!
-Karl Klingemann (song here)

I probably only copied that to have a really long text here again, it feels so weird to write so little.

Karl asleep near Berlin. He seems to become blonder each time I draw him...

Now that I look at this though... I don't think I'd mind sleeping either.... zzzzzzzzz......