I saw tall eucalyptus.
When it was winter night;
When the sacred land was surrounded by smokey mists.
Such an ashen emptiness, layered with clever fog.
I saw them during the starry night.
The shiniest star crossed their head.
The silver star turned orange when the night got deeper.
And then, all the grown up stars reached so near to the eucalyptus; seemed like they would fall on the leaves.
I felt the soul, was enslaved by solitude in the happy crowd.
Whereas, other thought it a hungry soul, absorbed in the profoundness.
I faced the serenity of nature.
Where imagination was defeated by heavenly elements.
Where castle of word collapsed like fragile house of playing cards.
I was a voracious traveler;
I walked thousand miles, heard my own tread.
The land, where I found peace under her shed.