It's hard to introduce myself
When I am the sun skirting over the horizon,
When I am the frost of the North
Making the nature more sedate.
Somewhere far or near,
I am playing with the aurora's glow.
Fog of winter embraces my soul slow.
Every night, before the moon gleams,
I decorate those beams
To satiate the thirst.
In the cranky wood,
When the glow worms hold a ceremony,
I eavesdrop their stories.
The grig sings lullaby at night.
This lullaby is my story.
I am the giggle of a baby.
I jumble with the fluxing icy breeze.
Then,as soon as I touch the nature,
It jiggles in a harmonious way.
Thus I have lost myself in this maze.
Yet I am me
This me utters those unuttered tales
Which makes the silence dearer,
It's my infinite infinitude.
Yet here lies my identity.