Solitude
A short poem of nature, and sadness
The truth is
I feel intruded
This constant and aggressive building
Tree after tree being torn up-woods cleared-the diminishing green space
I wonder how do the animals feel
Trapped-suffocated-despair?
.
I long to walk where there is quietness
No sound of traffic-no running cars-no airplane overhead-no unending rumbling and growling of machines
The helicopters, when they fly by, our house shakes and vibrates
.
I long to be, where there is
only the sound of the wind
Combing through the leaves
The sighing of the tree like a symphony in their own rhythm
The water gentle trickling
Or gurgling
The chirping of birds
Or the trilling of their songs
.
You can even hear
the fall of a petal of a winter bloom
If you hold
s t i l l
enough
.
I can walk through the winter woods with barren branches
protrude to the sky
I can just sit on the stone bench
.
Alone
Watch
.
Absorb
And be absorbed
.
Sometimes
Simply being quiet and motionless
Is another act of worship
.
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About the Creator
Emmaline Swallow
(Wannabe) serious reader. Amateur writer. I collect and string words together as an attempt to try to understand this wild but beautiful life.
Comments (1)
Fantastic! Great work! 🌻