In the darkest moment of the night
Everything is still bright.
Hiding behind the gods
Almost bursting into laughter,
More like giggling, to be precise.
O smooth, velvet Blackness
Covers all, gracefully
Willing to absorb, everything, at once
Willing to reach those colors
Trees are, everlastingly, pushing away
Far away, with their branches and roots.
Keeping Silence, Stillness and Truth for themselves.
Mind you, they are wise
Apparently, they think
I perceive them, as friends
Regardless, eager to access the room:
(and see for myself)