Dead Calm
It isn't peace
For in peace
Light dances in delight
With the leaves of trees.
It isn't quiet
For when it is quiet
You can still hear
Everywhere the sound of life.
When you cannot hear
Birds chirping in the trees
Bees buzzing around lilies
Butterflies fluttering in the fields,
You only hear the sound of your heartbeat
In the absence of ushered feet
The animals betray an alarm
Dead calm.
It is a sign of danger
Foreshadowing murder
The traitor of life
The bearer of strife.
A gunshot is heard
Echoing in the forest
The birds fly away
Ushered feet running away
For the traitor of life
Has no choice but hide
He must live in the dark
Betrayed first by the dead calm.
By CarolineCécile, July 3rd, 2009.
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