Sitting On The Bench

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.

Makes my spirit dance,
and sing.

Makes me feel like I am not in this world with others,
but in a world with only my soul.
In Peace...

by Elizabeth Tews

Comments (2)

When you feel aloneness like this, you will never be lonely. An impressive expression of solitude. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥
Very nice poem you have written here Elizabeth you are a young poet with lots of potential so keep at it.