NOT ALONE

Solitude is never alone.
We go around like blind man, not seeing what
surrounds us.
We are not alone.
In my solitude I am surrounded by their company; I see tall ones, short ones, skinny, fat and curvy ones.
They change colors and shape in every season ..
ah, trees.
We are not alone.
We have flowers that carry old aromas and new aromas to comfort our soul.
Birds that sing to us.
Butterflies that flirt with their colors.
We are not alone.
Clouds that move to form objects that only our imagination can conceive.
The sun that warms our heart, the moon that keeps his light on at night so we will have nothing to fear.
The wind that caress our body as to give us a hug.
And the rain, so that we can dance with her.
We are never alone.

Your friend,
Ivis