My life
not even a whisper
my song
doesn't echo

my heart
is all I know
its direction
I follow

my eyes
to beauty bend
love I don't chase after
in fulless of heart
I embrace it all
if it does fall
on my hand

no company
I need seek
nature never
fails as a friend
her gentle words
persuade me over

you would find me not
at town's end
the field I am tilling
lies beyond the furthest hill
where birds their songs are ringing
and little streams are murmuring
how tender is the voice of evening
the night its rest is silently awaiting

I will grow old
but not weary
I will remember
moments when I was happy
but not forgetting
times of pain and misery
remorse and regrets?
they are not for me
as it was at the start
so shall it at the end be-
my soliloquy-
I am free.