A Place of Solitude

Amongst the towering pines, I find my sanctuary, Where the world retreats, And the cacophony fades, Leaving only the pulse of nature.

Here I can breathe, In the purity of the wild, Where each rustle of leaves, Is a reminder of life, Unraveled, unspoken, yet profound.

This place of solitude, Is my heart’s dwelling, Where I commune with the sky, And dance with the shadows, In a celebration of the everlasting.

• Konstantīns Raudive