Walking, walking, walking
By the green, adolescent trees
It’s night and they have a moonlight effect.

It bounces off and on to my skin
I find a stump
And draw.

I draw the trees
I draw them until there is no more space for them
None.

There are maple trees big with their leaves
I’m alone,
I draw another tree onto my page

I get up off of my stump
Walk around
The trees, the bushes and my dreams