Solitude from Crowding Feet

A place all my own

The peace surrounds me

deep in the forest,

far from any other soul,

a place all my own,

solitude.

The solace of the forest

speaks to my soul,

a fresh anointing

of peace and love

from up above.

Marvels decorate the path,

gracing the trees,

birds flying, squirrels

running.

Running far from the

steps of people coming

into their wooded home,

invading.

I invade their home

in search of a haven

from the steps of

people crowding me.

I run to the peace

I find in the forest,

my solace.

© Joanne Troppello