The wind hums through the branches

Stoic trees provide their shade

As I thrive in peaceful solitude

My lonely escapade

I’m indifferent to the silence

Contented all alone

I’ve left a trail of breadcrumbs

To guide my way back home

And yet I turn around and find

My trail has disappeared

Devoured by some creature

Empty footprints filled with fear

Now my peace turns to forlornness

My seclusion dark and cold

As I wander off the beaten path

Recalling what was told

Isolation brings despair

A bleak and hopeless life

While a good friend works like a salve

To heal when things are rife

I never thought I needed one

My breadcrumbs were enough

But now they’re nowhere to be seen

And confidence is tough

I beg you, wand’ring traveler

To be a friend to me

To be my trail of breadcrumbs

That my path home I may see

But I want not for myself alone

For this is what I’ll do

If you will be a friend to me

I’ll be a friend to you

Together we’ll traverse the world

Without another care

No need for trails of breadcrumbs

For we’ll have each other there