Solitude

Solitude I want a place of solitude No people around No sounds of cars or trucks No upsetting news of the world Just the sounds of the breezes Birds singing in the branches Baby animals wanting their mothers I want the scent of wildflowers The smell of fresh air The visions of clouds drifting above I want a place to think To come up with new ideas Ones the universe had never dreamed I want a bench surrounded by nature A place man has not ruined I want a place of solitude A place where I am just me