At the top of mount

The sun sets its reddish capes

The feverish clouds past the sun

Turn black as twilight fades

The tempting horizon endless apart

The dusky smell of lands far

The mingling voices of beasts uproar

Humming and buzzing all through

The etching silence through the valleys

The growing mist and hollowness

Rising to the depths of oceans

To the innards of darkness

The quietness dwelves deeper

Deeper to the soul,

Towards an infinite end-an emptiness

Full of brackish thoughts

Everything seems to be connected all around

without a word of understanding

The eternal serenity carries within it

Every word of survival

the blabbering mouths and the dripping nerves

The crackling voices everywhere,

Become meaningless and diverted,

As nature takes its own course through silence.