Solitude

Walking through the open field

I hear the whistling

And the whispering of the blades of green grass

As the wind is caressing the trees’ leaves

As I walk at my slow pace

I drink up the sun’s warmth

It’s the cure for sadness and anger

In strange light my eyes stop at the marvel of

The majestic mountains forests

That are part of a kingdom of wildlife

Including the savage beast man

I came upon the river

I hear the rushing and rasping of small ripples

I fall to my knees

To pick out a small leaf

Then I catch a sight of a person’s face

That I have traced and wish not to see

It was my face

The water mirrors the bland expression with its bright eyes and delicate facial form

I stare at the water’s image

I remember why I came here in pain

And I see myself as I truly am in nature

Suddenly rain comes and it violently beats against the river’s surface

I am gone and so are my tears