Solace

As an only and lonely child
Now a beautiful girl
She is used to walking alone
Sitting at the edge of the woods
Where she drew her first masterpiece

Eyes closed
Absorbing her surroundings
Rays of sun warm on her pale face
A tall slender girl
Taking a deep breath
As the fresh air fills her lungs
Her soul

Memorising the pattern of the leaves
On the forest floor
Saplings twist and turn
Toward the nurturing light
Nature and its wide open spaces
Her Solace
Where she feels at peace
The roughness of the grass under her finger tips
To keep these forever
To have them fill the emptiness inside
No lumber jack will take what belongs to her

poem by Persian Khushi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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