in the silence i walk alone

In the silence I walk alone

Up on the hill once I stayed

I hear the whirring wind

It makes me seeing shadows

I look around on my walk

In the late night I return

I feel the cool air of the hill

The air is cool; fresh and clean

I don't see a soul passing by

In the night I hear the insects cry

In the silence I hear the crying wind

The shadows of trees surrounding me

Alone I walk on the short cut

Listening to any sound I hear

I reach the top of my resting place

I stop and listen to the waving wind

In the silence I walk alone

Up on the hill once I stayed

I reach the top of my resting place

The air is cool; fresh and clean