When my mind and sole cry out for solitude and I no longer possess the fortitude, I let my feet wander in search of places Humankind have not squandered. In my desperate attempts to be secluded I find myself included....the woods around me reveal a connection one only has to be still to feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful Scott. Live Cynde