Standing in the silence of the night,
The moon peering down with her lunar smile.
The leaves whisper the promises from the wind and
The shadows dance the ballet of sleeping nature.
The air stirs my hair, my clothes whipping around me, my heart awakens,
The night enveloping all in her blanket of secrets.
A cry breaks the taboo of silence,
A howl from the pack.
The lonely cry from brother to brother as their cries split the tranquility.
Their cries send shivers down my spine and
I can see them through the forest, Gaia's fingers.
Standing in the midst of nature's spirit, I
Close the eyes,
Breathe deep,
Be at peace.