One sits alone with cards in hand,

A quiet world at their command,

Each shuffle speaks in whispered tone,

Of patience learned when all alone.

The kings and queens, they take their place,

The jacks fall in with solemn grace,

And aces high and aces low,

Guide steady hands through ebb and flow.

One match, one move, the rhythm grows,

The black and red in ordered rows,

Until the final king is laid,

And solitude begins to fade.

In this small game, a world confined,

A dance of cards, a settled mind,

Where quiet victories declare

The peace found deep in solitaire.