Solitude With Nature

In solitude I like to bask when I am all alone With only Mother Nature in company with my own. Animals and nature make welcoming to be, A serene place of peace, where I am set free. Ever since a child, when atrocities I faced, My safe haven was with nature, where I felt embraced And accepted in appearance with not a bit of shame, With no one poking fun, making foul of my name. In Solitude With Nature was my place of inspiration, Where I would draw and write in pure liberation. My canvases were painted from the beauty all around And words flowed like rivers instead of being drowned. God's Presence was surreal with no worldly intervention And His Gift began to blossom as was His Intention. My Mother's words felt real that I was a Gifted child, As she often said lovingly and too, as she smiled. With my pencil and my brush, as though a camera lens, I captured my adventures with nature and my friends. With my pen or pencil, too, I would break the chain, As words set me free from my deepest, inner pain. My Solitude With Nature is where my heart is expressed; Where I'm freest, most inspired for the Gift with I am blessed. Even when I can't return to bask in Mother Nature's solitude, My memories take me back to where the world cannot intrude. 2018-05-01 14:54:00 Written for and entered in 'The Beauty of Solitude - Poetry Contest' Sponsored by Line Gauthier