Wind sweeps the trees in the night,
solemn and fresh is their voice,
cavernous and obscure is the light
from fires in infinite space.

The senses are stirred into life
by the dark luminosity,
and lift like a silver fife
in the winds` garden symphony.

One’s inner self takes flight
when the majestic stars stretch far
in an exultant summer night
when the wind and trees confer,

so open the door and go
to the wide welcoming dark
where the trees bend to and fro
in starlight and wind`s remark.

“The world is akin”, says the wind,
“dare to hope “, say stars,
“loves victory does not end
with the star stretches far.”

For nature goes deeper
than physics and fire,
to thoughts above matter
and heavenly desire.