She lay naked on a forest mat,
The stars adorned her sky,
The moon danced on her silver skin,
As night winds whispered by.

The trees stood tall, a solemn guard,
With shadows deep and wide,
While fireflies twinkled in glee,
And the owls hooted their pride.

Her hair cascaded like a stream,
With strands of golden light,
Each breath she took was woven strong,
With dreams that soared in flight.

The brook sang softly to her heart,
Its melody so sweet,
While nature hummed a lullaby,
To cradle her in peace.

The scent of pine and jasmine bloomed,
In harmony they swayed,
As crickets chirped a gentle tune,
To hint at dusk’s parade.

The silver blue that graced her form,
Reflected starry gleam,
In that enchanted, quiet space,
She danced within a dream.

With every rustle of the leaves,
The night embraced her soul,
She cherished all the world around,
In moonlit, tranquil role.

The whispers of the ancient woods,
Spoke stories old and true,
Of lovers lost and fires burned,
And skies of endless hue.

Her heart beat slow with nature's drum,
A rhythm wild and free,
In perfect sync with all that lived,
In harmony's decree.

Yet softly dawn began to break,
A blush upon the land,
The stars would fade, the moon retreat,
As night could not withstand.

But in that fleeting, timeless place,
She held the magic dear,
For moments caught in nature's grasp,
Can linger ever near.

So if you wander through the woods,
Where ancient spirits sigh,
Remember her, and what she found,
Beneath the starry sky.

For every heart that dares to dream,
Can find a way to shine,
In silver blue, where shadows play,
And nature’s gifts align.

Tomaž Jevšenak