*Drums and hums trance* 
*as my pen traces* 
*fixtures of pink eroded clouds*
*as the mount tops explode* 
*to expose the Chamois*

*The old rocks melts*
*on the bridge under where* 
*picturesque horizons*
*meander on scaled slopes*
*that overturn marvel with wit* 

*The greenery of the forest*
*and the sound of the bears*
*evoke my ears*
*to hear as the rhythm*
*rapture to capture* 

*The sky diminishes* 
*as the melodious stars* 
*parade and trade* 
*their glorious mystery*
*of the lost rulers* 

*The Lynxes spotlight*
*their padded claws*
*and ***** attentive ears*
*to hunt, count and punt*
*on the paced ranges of the Carpathian*