Solitary

Alone, solitary,
Only sounds of nature heard.
To some, prospect scary,
There alone with tree and bird.

To me, sanctuary,
Far from sprawling city street.
Where on occasion, I
May alone with feelings meet.

Have, per chance, you been there?
I do wonder if you know,
If he who lives within
Is a friend or rather foe.

And so I'll leave this message,
As now this poem ends:
That loneliness is peaceful,
When with yourself, you're friends.