The calm waters of a twilight.
When the howling wind
Crosses through greenish hills,
Bluish by the horizon,
Fading to a red-yellowish moonrise.
The twilight in the forest, after a long journey.
And by nighttime, on the circles around
The bonfire,
Music, drinks and food permeate stories
And philosophies of wise ancient warriors,
Lonely watched only by
Ancient trees
Of the dense
Forest
