[coolgal]: 288.Poetry.Wonderful Seclusion

wandering through the underbrush
no sandals on my feet
the moon shines restless through the trees
as i whisper a silent beat

making my way through the leaves
lost in concentrated thought
straying my way from the well tamed path
this solitude i have saught

wind through the rustling branches
my hair loose 'round my face
foot after foot, i pace my way
lost happily in this place

I am lost in this wonderful seclusion
leave me, i'll find my way
I'd rather stay here forever
and wait for the morning day.

-the infamous b. russell