Solitude Blooms

By Aivery Schellenberg

What peace I feel alone, 

Roaming between this blossoming grove. 

What love I feel,

With sweet scents combing through the air,

Delighting the tip of one's tongue. 

What satisfaction I feel

Curled to sleep on a bed of soft lush grass. 

What I would give for this life of ease.

To stay and grow old among these trees, 

To taste the winds filled with intoxicating smells,

To reach and feel the soft delicate skin of wild plums, 

To have only the swaying leaves to hold me close.

What peace I would feel,

Alone in this forest of souls.

By Aivery Schellenberg