I live alone within this darkened cave,
And shun the world that does not understand
The peace and joy that nature's gifts can save
The weary soul that seeks a quiet land.

I talk to trees that whisper in the wind,
And listen to their stories of the past
They tell me of the seasons they have seen,
The birds and beasts that in their shade have passed.

I do not need the company of men,
Who fill their lives with noise and strife and greed
They do not know the beauty of the glen,
The simple pleasures of a flower or a seed.

I am a hermit, and I am content
To live with nature, and to nature bent.

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