Silence
Silence.
Sweet, sweet silence.
The echo of breath,
No music for the ears,
No hum in the birds.
Silence.
Crisp leaves untouched,
Never ending wind dead,
Not a person in sight.
Silence.
True silence is nothing.
Sweet, sweet silence.
The echo of breath,
No music for the ears,
No hum in the birds.
Silence.
Crisp leaves untouched,
Never ending wind dead,
Not a person in sight.
Silence.
True silence is nothing.