solitude

lying on a hillock, above a valley so green,
the happy streams of water, glistening in their sheen.

moist petals of red spring near my feet
the moist scent of earth, it's oh so sweet.

down below i see, the water logged fields;
with people toiling hard and sowing seeds.

they talk of life, of work, of needs;
but i can't hear them for the sound of breeze.

the hamlet is lively, but at peace,
the sweat of people has made anxieties cease.

the adjacent knoll looks green and gay,
a desultory tinkle in the herds, as they play.

the stagnant movement, stillness doth cause,
all my thoughts did settle to a pause.

so calm, so pure, who cares to brood?
oh i love this tranquil solitude.