so lonely are the grounds
with the leaves crunching underfoot
and the gentle sway of the boughs overhead.
the woodlands are a miracle, they are surrounding
and they extend a soft touch to my fearful heart.
but they are there tomorrow and ever on
and I am just here for now
my wanderings in solitude, round and round
the delicate petals crushed under bare feet
the wind tickling yet to bloom blossoms
living inside an eternal cycle, live and die
myself, a fragment, returning to a larger soul.
asylum and keeper, today and tomorrow
and I am here now and ever on
Another prompt by friend, the difference between loneliness and solitude. Probably not what was expected^.^