Alone He Never Could Be

A loner he never could be

For, he was never alone.

All trees, flowers, fruits and the rolling grass

Growing in abundance belonged to him.

The air, the rain, the heat and the cold,

The Sun, the Moon and the twinkling stars,

The rivers, the deep seas and the high mountains

And the sky,

The muted roars and stifled cries,

These were for him and with him always.

Also, his feelings, his thoughts, emotions and dreams,

The books and talks were there with him.

Indeed, his world was a crowded place,

Where alone he never could be.