Driven by eternal flow,
It echoes the joy of being.
Under the sun’s lazy glow,
the breeze of solitude has time slowed.
A soft embrace;
the trees wallow,
along the symphonies of swallows,
I join their dance with gleeful honor.
Transcending sun and shadow,
my mind is teased for being shallow.
With my ego in a state of mellow,
I crave this solitude like there’s no tomorrow.