I crave seclusion
At the end of a day
Filled
With words
People
And situations
I crave mountain air
The kind
Blessed
With pine and purity
I crave sunsets
Laced
With treetops
Intricately woven
Against the last
Golden moment
Of a day
Otherwise gone
I want to lay
Amongst trees
So that I
Like them
Can feel unrestricted
I crave simplicity
In a world
Where there are
Too many choices
I crave a life
As unadorned
And as honest
As the wilderness
In solace
To wash my soul clean