In Times Of Solitude (Cavatina)

In times of some great kind of solitude,
the veldt, the bush,
catches me in living great memories,
a tranquil hush
brings back a new kind of awakening,
in does then rush
the trees, birds, bees and many wild flowers,
like some thundering life bearing showers.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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