Solice found, in the simpliest things
The flower that grows..

Watching the water that falls.
The hunt that ends with the kill.
Alone..always..watching

The cougar that prowls, facing it's foes
alone..
Stalking it's prey..
But at the end of it all, she remains alone.
The sarcifices.. all for for naught.

Alone it sleeps, day in and day out.
Still waiting..
To have that den..it's mate nearby.
To have what it always had sought
to live..

Lady Zephy Duses

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Severin, in the year 140 MA.