Jason's Poem: Solitude

Jason's Poem

Solitude

Happiness to me, is me

Alone, and peaceful

Under a tree, on a hill that is only known to me.

Solitary, in my mind

Peacefulness, in it's prime.

I sit in the swaying shadows underneath a dancing oak tree,

My mind; at rest, and my thoughts; set free.

And I wonder

If that one cloud in the sky is lonely

and if it wished it was with someone else,

With a shoulder to cry on,

And a face to see, when you rise awake at dawn.

If it's saddened by seeing a flock of birds fly by,
And maybe it wished that it too, could fly away as fast, WHOOSH, as that flock of birds.

And if that one cloud, floating weightless up in the untouchable sky

Sees the nest of birds in the tree that I sit beneath,

Maybe it sees the squirrels playing in the oak tree,

like toddlers running around a playground, happy and free.

And if it wished, that it too, could run around, and laugh with others.

Maybe it sees the boats along the lake,

close together as they all gaze up at the untouchable sky,

And maybe the cloud thinks,

“I wish I wasn't alone,

I wish I could have someone to

Run and play with,

Or fly away with

Or sit together and watch the sky with”.

And maybe the cloud feels as if it will never be happy, not while it's alone.

Maybe the cloud feels that it must be with someone, because it's supposed to be that way,

And maybe the cloud wishes it could have someone to be with,

and watch the world go by,

Someone to see in the morning,

And someone to see at night,

Someone to simply, be with,

Or

if it enjoys solitude,

And if it's thinking the exact same thing as me,

That sometimes, being alone in your mind is one of the greatest opportunities

Because there, you’re not told what to think

Or what to know,

How smart you should be,

Or where you’re supposed to go,

Or what you should be doing,

Or simply, who you should be.

Because the beauty that is independence, and individuality,

is the purest form of greatness.