There’s some who’ve never known the still,
And who might even pity
The isolated wanderer
Away from hum and city
Who finds instead the changing sky.
The heart that needs no herd,
Who hears a meaning in the wind
For which there is no word —
The majesty of solitude,
The grandeur in a soul
Who, separated from the rest,
Becomes part of
The whole
To share is human:
