In solitude…

As the sun disappear beyond the horizon,

The surrounding hills look sorrowful,

Illustrating my very mood,

Of loneliness and forlornness 

Despite my solitude I see;

 The sun rising every morning,

The birds chirping nearby,

 And the flowers blooming in the meadow,

An assurance that this phase will pass by,

And I would be where I want to be…

But there are still many more sunsets to see,

Many additional lonesome months to pass,

Before I can be who I really am

And where I want to be….

Aush!…thus count the sunsets and sunrise;

Listening to the chirping of birds;

Rustling of leaves;

Observing the seasons change and wait…