In the realm of hush, where whispers sleep,
Resides a world of secrets deep.
A poem of silence, I shall compose,
Where tranquility and mystery impose.
In the stillness of dawn, a silence serene,
Like gossamer threads, it weaves a dream.
The sun's first rays embrace the land,
Yet words are lost, in silence grand.
Amidst the forest, shadows play,
In quietude, creatures find their way.
Leaves gently rustle, breeze barely heard,
Nature's symphony in whispers blurred.
In the heart of night, the moon takes flight,
Casting soft glow on dreams of night.
Stars twinkle above, their voices faint,
As silence weaves its mystic paint.
In the depths of oceans, silence resides,
Where ancient tales of seafarers hide.
The whales' soft songs, a melody pure,
A dance of silence that shall endure.
In love's embrace, when souls entwine,
The deepest feelings need no sign.
The silence speaks, emotions entwine,
A language sacred, love's design.
Through words unsaid, we often feel,
The silent bonds that time can't steal.
In silence, solace and strength are found,
In quiet moments, truths unbound.
So, in this poem of silence, let us abide,
In the spaces where words coincide.
For in stillness, we truly comprehend,
The beauty of silence, a cherished friend.
