In the gentle hush of twilight's gleam,
Silent stars begin to dream,
They shimmer in the midnight sky,
A symphony of silence, soft and high.
Amidst the ancient forest's sway,
In stillness, creatures softly play,
No words need pass from mouth to ear,
For silence, the heart's language clear.
In snowy fields where winters sleep,
Silence falls, profound and deep,
A blanket white, soft and pure,
An ode to quietude, demure.
On mountaintops where eagles soar,
Where earthly sounds can touch no more,
A sacred peace in whispers found,
As nature's chorus breathes no sound.
Yet, silence not just absence be,
But the canvas for serenity,
For within its boundless space,
Reflection finds its resting place.
In moments shared 'twixt you and me,
When words are few, our hearts set free,
A knowing look, a gentle smile,
In silence, love can reconcile.
In sorrow's grip, when tears may fall,
And solace seems beyond recall,
A comforting touch can say it all,
In silence, we find strength to stand tall.
In the depths of our own soul's flight,
In quiet hours, we seek insight,
A voyage to our inner core,
In silence, we discover more.
So let us cherish silence dear,
Embrace its grace without a fear,
For in this world of noise and din,
Silence lets our spirits spin.
A poem of stillness, pure and true,
In silence, we find something new,
For in this realm of calm and peace,
We learn, we grow, our souls release.
