Silence

Silence isn't really silent
It can be much louder than noise
The sound it makes is deafening
Like the very name employs

So why do we call it quiet
If it's not really quiet at all
If we're not there to hear the tree
Does it mean it didn't fall

We can't hear the snow flake
As it tumbles to the ground
But after it finds our footsteps
It makes a crunching sound

So remember when you're all alone
And the silence takes control
Listen to your heartbeat
And you can hear your soul

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