Brushing my hair with its serenity
the wind blew fast and rapid.
Trees danced like tall ballerinas
soothing a mood that was tepid.
Walls beheld the inner bustle
lending the friendly shoulder.
Motive wasn’t to bolster me up
but to make me a lot bolder.
The greatest men stay immortal
only because of their gratitude.
I ultimately found the real me
on an evening of solitude.