Personification of Quiet

I came upon quiet the other day, It was over by the little pond Out of everyone’s way. I wasn’t looking for it, I was in a hurry. But there it was by the Oak and big rock, With nary a worry. Of me it may not have been aware, I tiptoed and spied on it’s presence, Out of place it seemed, calm and fair. Contemplating nature’s essence. It cast it’s gaze upon some lime green duck weed, And absorbed a whispering breeze Gently tossed a ray of sunshine into the trees, And smiled a flutter into some leaves. It’s peaceful countenance rested in a family of Sand Hill birds, Majestic, unhurried and together, On their morning walk, speaking of nature without words, Musing and of a feather. Quiet, it seemed to me Was a contemplative being, The more I watched it, The more I began seeing. It shivered slightly sensing it’s breeze, And fluttered a gaze back to it’s leaves I came upon quiet the other day, As if by prophetic accident, But I got busy and turned away, I wonder .. I wonder where it went ..