It sheds leaves, limbs
Discreetly.
Sways with the wind.
Sometimes, falls.
The sky goes everywhere
Silently.
Changes moods,
Colours,
Like a fashionista.
But silently.
Stars hide,
Or not.
Playing their quiet games.
Flash, flip, fade.
While down here
We're swamped with words.
Unnecessary.
Superfluous.
Jamming airwaves.
Punishing ears.
If we moved higher
Or they swooped lower
Would we too then learn
To be sublimely silent?
Sharing a favourite quote of mine:
ReplyDeleteA wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?
Perfect :)
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