Naked feet, I wake up in the night,
Watching for the aurora awakening.
I walk and walk, insatiable,
Where me and the ambient air are one.
Here and there, they greet me,
These giants of the present,
Green and branchy,
These bowing trees.
They whisper and enchant me,
Inviting me in their rocking,
Shaking their frame,
And their detachment.
Zoé