August

In solitude's embrace, I take my stand, With purpose firm, in this vast, mindful land. I shun the idle whispers of the crowd, For aimless chatter, I've never been avowed.

Each word I choose, with purpose it must ring, A symphony of thought, my voice shall sing. No time to squander, in empty discourse, For life's too precious, a finite resource.

In silence, I find wisdom's gentle grace, A path less traveled, a serene embrace. I measure words, like treasures to bestow, In conversations deep, my passions flow.

I'm proud of this resolve, so steadfast and true, To converse with purpose, to ideas pursue. In advanced English's realm, I find my voice, A choice to cherish, a reason to rejoice.