Beauty of Loneliness

Sit I here in wonder
At the Beauty that I spy.
My heart is held asunder
By the winds that pass me by.

The deer that drink the water
Of the jewell encrusted lake,
Must surely keep for granted
All the blessings they may take.

For deer will walk together
Every rock rests by a stone
And though I sit with Beauty,
I am truly all alone.