I wandered through lonely trees
Brimmed with intense joy;
A joy of being my own,
A joy of solitude in my soul.
Assured to sit under the lonely trees
Engrossed in jocund company of a leaf;
Relishing the cold breeze which affects my soul
Delighting in the solitariness of my own.
Forever I wanna be with lonely trees
Possessing the kingdom of isolation;
Amending the feeling of desolation
Which only surrounds with elation
Eventually my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the rhythm of a falling leaf.
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Lovely depiction of serenity found in life of solitude in natural environment, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Ruth. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.