Solitude
A word that might not appeal to most
But to the selected few
It is an opportunity to be whole
For as you sit and ponder
Under the infinite expanse
Of sky
You root yourself to the earth
And drift away
For awhile
You begin to contrast between far and near
Referring to those
Who seem to hold you dear
But life is a circle
A fact I cannot seem to forget
Maintain too tight a grip
And endless sorrow you shall beget
