the sky is torn
and the dark peaks emerge,
from autumn mists,

gloomy air scent
chestnuts and mushrooms earth,
the smell of the earth all around,

you smell good and energy,
walk on trails
covered by blankets of dead leaves,

beautiful the gentle rustle of my feet,
in adoring silence of the forest
and quiet, only a small

gurgling of the stream gray.
The trees know me,
murmur throughout the forest,

My beings full of love,
wuthering,
steep slopes and wild
I'm back.