LONELINESS

I wandered in the garden
Lonely as a stray butterfly.
Up the hill
and down the valley
Up  to the greener plains.
No one to talk to
Even a fly to look at.

Shaking hands with loneliness
Being my only friend remaining.
Lonesome I went
To the quiet jungle.
No animal whistles
Nor chirping of birds.

Happy in desolation
My heart offering a consolation
to my grieving mind.
Slowly, I walked
Through the thickets
Under the tropical forest,

And the exquisite tree tops.

In that jungle,
silently flowing
Down to the great lake.
The slight wind blew
Loudly whispering,
"Welcome to my world.
The world of loneliness"

Looking at the rocks
Lying beside the river,
I wondered aloud
"All those years,
these rocks have lived peacefully
without talking to each other?"

Then a force from nowhere
Swept me
Taking me back to our garden.
All this time,
I had been clutching
On making numerous friends
Cleverly realizing,
Just like the rocks and trees
You can lead a lonely 
But a happy life.
Be proud to be lonely
God will second you. 
 
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