In the realm where whispers fade,
Where stillness weaves its gentle braid,
A poem of silence softly sings,
Of the peace that silence brings.
In tranquil woods of hushed repose,
Where ancient trees their secrets close,
A symphony of quiet grace,
A gentle smile upon each face.
Silent meadows, fields of calm,
Where wildflowers dance in wordless psalm,
Their colors paint a wordless tale,
Of nature's art that will never fail.
Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam,
The quiet lake reflects a dream,
No words disturb its glassy sheen,
As stars above cast their serene.
In shadows' dance, in twilight's bliss,
Silence cradles each tender kiss,
For in the quiet of the night,
Love speaks in ways that need no light.
In hearts that ache and souls that yearn,
In depths of sorrow, silence learns,
To hold us close and mend our pain,
A sacred balm that can't be feigned.
Yet silence, not just void of sound,
Speaks volumes without making a sound,
It holds the power to heal and mend,
A cherished gift, a truest friend.
So, let us embrace this wordless art,
And listen to the world's beating heart,
For in the spaces where silence thrives,
Life's purest symphony survives.
