Silence, when not even the birds make a sound,
When the air is calm, quiet, still.
Silence, a power that can drive someone mad.
It makes them want to listen, to hear.
Silence, I sit here, not a word on my tongue
As people wonder why, question why, but find an answer not.
The ignorant people know not of silence,
For they never stop to listen, and let the quiet have a turn.
Silence, a time to clear your thoughts,
When the world seems to be still.
Silence, a rare thing of today,
Discomferting for many, peaceful for some.
Silence, a friend to the thinkers and poets,
A time to let your mind roam free.
Silence, I sit here, not a word on my tongue
As people wonder why, question why, but find an answer not.
you have described silence
you have described silence very beautifuly
Thank you :)
Thank you! :D
-Bryson T. Staley