PHOTO 101 Day 5: Solitude
I don’t hear screaming sirens, no heavy tread of boots here
No tramping, dumping of waste, white puffy fluffy clouds here
Lush green alpine trees, rocky mountains, pristine lakes here
Angels dance in moonlit play, the song of nightingale  here
Waters deep, path edgy, cliffy, valley of colorful flowers here
Who has any desire of wealth? I am the fortunate soul here