Silence settled as the stars looked upon the strange landscape

Air cuts my nostrils with its dry frost

I stopped, the wind warped

I stopped I got caught

Like a predator, it does not welcome others

The nature is a hunter

Killing those in sight

The feeling is obviously mysterious

I have counted over 136 different scenarios

All being negative

Then I took a step back

And realized

The brightest gem

Is the dazzling uncertainty of it

But you can be certain

That the outcome will never be predicted

As I spread the blanket in separate directions as I slept

My ideas jumped out

As if it was a bungee jumper

And it was 200 percent clear

In the night the bad was terribly good

I was so pure that I was a gallon of water