The parks always returned her to herself, gently,
cautiously.
The wisps of wind singing her song of solitude,
As if an anthem of praise
As if embracing what the self became in isolation,
it's truest form raw and untainted.
The sun made her aura glow- a reminder that she could still shine, even in the darkest of times.
The trees reminded her of life within moments of stillness and heart
in the core of empty fields in isolation- glowing, growing, showing and flowing.
The wind always knew where it was taking her
A silent pact between heart and soul the path was always set, unknown.
{Serenity} 