Isolation's Salvation Poem by vittal vandavasu

Upon fining a jocund company
Of dear nature's own
I said let's have a symphony
And in bliss let us drown

Little daises, little fairies
Come let us dance in the prairies
My dear buccaneer
Where did you learn to leer?

And so he has to go
Away with dear woe
While I behold the breeze
those skies and those trees

Nature is the keen listener
To all my say
And I am a merry prisoner
On joy's way

It is the isolation's salvation
And the solution of my confusion
Here I make a confession
And on myself a close inspection