Bliss
Peace of mind.
Is all I need
When seclusion surrounds my plane.
Some say seclusion is the enemy
That it combats the idea of serenity.
The howl of the wind, the sway of the trees
Can set a mind into a frenzy.
But I welcome Mother Nature's wonder.
She is the conductor, composer, and choreographer.
Her songs of the ocean,
Green-top dancers,
And cold, invisible wolves
Puts me to peace.
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