I find comfort
in being alone.
With the wind,
the snow and the rock.
The endless trails
and trees that seem to reach up
into the sky with outstretched arms.
Deep into the mountains,
all alone with only a pen and page,
is where I find peace.
I find comfort
in being alone.
With the wind,
the snow and the rock.
The endless trails
and trees that seem to reach up
into the sky with outstretched arms.
Deep into the mountains,
all alone with only a pen and page,
is where I find peace.