A RAPPORT WITH THE NATURE
Let the strands of moon
Fall on the snowy moons of yours.
While the Lunatic wolfs,
From the distant hills,
hauling at the Moon.
Let the breeze of midnight
Palpate the skin of our stark bodies
And takes our pheromones away.
Hear the melodies Jo!
They, the birds are singing for you.
The arm of mine
Be the pillow for you
So let’s watch the starry sky
Laying on the ground.
And forgetin’ everythin’,
Let’s—With the nature,
Establish a sound rapport.
©Mr. ECZ
