i was alone in a cabin once,
tucked away, surrounded by greens and browns,
buzzes and chirps of bugs that became my friends in the night.
gentle breezes telling me summer would yield to frost,
that skies of blue would soon be lost,
and greens and browns would slowly cross
into blazing reds and oranges bright.
sunlight peeked through the leaves, greeting me with tender pecks,
butterflies resting soft upon my toes
as if welcoming me with silken-bows.
in my time alone, i learned how sweet change can be,
how solitude hums its own quiet melody.

these are the moments i’ll keep to myself,
the tender truth of peace itself.