Are the greens over shadowing the bluesOr are the blues surreptitiously and purposefully not coming out?
Solitude is rewardingSolitude brings peace And in this solitudeI find myselfAway from the chaosOf the maddening crowds.
My wild, untamed soulHidden beneath layers of silenceAnd strata of poiseCraved your inner tranquilityShrouded by your superficial savagery
The twists and turnsOf the country roadsBeckon the travellerThe wanderer in countless souls.
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and our willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point of pretending that nothing has happened or we are not yet ready.The challenge will not wait, life does not look back. A week is more than enough time…
The swaying treesAnd the wide highwaysCan not help watching the worldGo past by.