The Many Words of Silence
The smell of Jasmine in the air, puts my mind at ease.
The rushing fragrance upon a breeze, sends my senses soaring.
A delicate wrestling amongst the leaves, draws pictures in my head.
Singing birds, dancing trees, rolling mountains, and busy bees.
Sweet silence fills my heart with joy.
There is no sorrow. There is no worry. No thought of time, nor need to hurry.
Just me and the quiet, It has so much to say.
I listen to it carefully, and it brightens up my day.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2010
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