Sitting on the bench,
over viewing the beautiful paths of the conservancy.
Makes me feel like a beautiful flower,
standing tall in a wild meadow.
Alone.
Makes my spirit dance,
and sing.
Alone.
Makes me feel like I am not in this world with others,
but in a world with only my soul.
Alone.
In Peace...
Elizabeth Tews
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-on-the-bench/
