The air is full of solemn song
though no human voice uplifts itself,
much more than hearing it you sense
the wind through leaves and grasses dense,
probing tentatively, playing along
your face and dancing with your hair
as you become absorbed in silence’s lair
where everything is clearer than you
previously knew;
the deep blue of the sky,
sweet smells of flowers
and the twinkles in the dew,
the wind caressing you, you couldn’t notice before
when mouths were spilling stories, gossip, lore.

Now the whole world
dances, plays, unfurls
before your eyes, and with wonder and surprise
you embrace the re-discovered existence
of the peaceful silence
which enables you to see
the smallest, yet most wondrous
miracles that can be.

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