Whispers of the Soul

Wilderness

Trail of Solitude

In the hush of dawn, where the wildflowers sway,
I step onto the path, where silence holds sway.
A trail winds before me, a ribbon of earth,
Leading me deeper to solitude's hearth.

The trees stand like sentinels, tall and wise,
Their leaves whisper secrets, caught in the skies.
I breathe in the fragrance of pine and of dew,
With each step I take, I begin to renew.

The crunch of the gravel, the rustle of leaves,
Nature's soft symphony, a song that believes.
Here in the wilderness, my thoughts start to roam,
In the heart of the wild, I feel truly home.

Each footfall is steady, a rhythm so pure,
The world's noise falls away; in this stillness, I'm sure.
With mountains as witnesses, I ponder and muse,
In the embrace of the forest, I choose to refuse.

The burdens I carry begin to dissolve,
As I navigate pathways where mysteries evolve.
The solitude beckons, a friend in the night,
In the heart of the wild, I find my own light.

I glimpse at my shadow, a figure alone,
But in the reflection, I see I have grown.
The whispers of nature, the rustle, the call,
Guide me to answers, unveil my own thrall.

With each rise and descent, my spirit takes flight,
In the quiet of solitude, I reclaim my own sight.
Mountains echo my laughter, valleys cradle my sighs,
In this sanctuary, my spirit can rise.

The sun dips below, painting skies with soft gold,
A canvas of colors, a story retold.
As shadows stretch long and the stars come alive,
In the trail of my solitude, I finally thrive.

So here in the wilderness, I walk unafraid,
Embracing the journey that nature has laid.
In the heart of the silence, I discover my core,
On this trail of solitude, I am lost, yet I soar.