Sitting on the bench, <br />over viewing the beautiful paths of the conservancy. <br /> <br />Makes me feel like a beautiful flower, <br />standing tall in a wild meadow. <br />Alone. <br /> <br />Makes my spirit dance, <br />and sing. <br />Alone. <br /> <br />Makes me feel like I am not in this world with others, <br />but in a world with only my soul. <br />Alone. <br />In Peace...<br /><br />Elizabeth Tews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-on-the-bench/
