Beneath the Stars

The vast horizon clings to the night, and I walk beneath the wild stars, sharing secrets with the wind, of dreams caught in the web of life.

Why should I fear the unknown, when the moonbeams dance along my path? The forest whispers, too, as if remembering old stories, faded echoes, within the soft rustle of the trees, heartbeats of history.

Nature listens, she understands, all that is beautiful, all that is fleeting, reminding me of truth, that we belong here alongside every creature, every stone, this ancient earth.

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac