Walking through my house I saw many things around me velvet curtains swaying as fresh air entered into the equation I took a deep breath and enjoyed my solitude Truly life is good when you can listen to the quiet as if it were a sweet song Truly I knew peace in the realization that with or without my things I could always enjoy that quiet stillness of solitude and the sweet scent of the fresh air bursting through my window, Caressing me as if it was part of the silence and comforting my very being.
I hope this does count as a poem, it seems a little off to me! though I truly did try my best.