Peaceful times Stories

no one thinks of solitude as violent but I feel like sometimes it wants to be doesn't silence ever get tired of being peaceful from witnessing so much? does it ever crave the violence of a scream like a lover's kiss? Lonely Alone Solitude is always equated with peace But So is death

The setting sun upon the seais oft to me tranquility;A falling star in dark of nighttis to me a wondrous sight;To roam the hills of forests green,more peaceful times I've never seen;To watch a bird fly high aloft'neath the clouds so white and soft;To see these things instills in methe faith and trust that makes me free.