Silence

Silence The unrehearsed prayer muttered by the heart that forms the words and the mouth that makes it heard The burning lightning strikes at a distant horizon sparks the deserted way Its neon glow shoots the stars up The howling wind kisses The snow draped meadows Where the butterfly pauses and listens.. The sluggish dew gracefully slips along the ribs of a leaf stops at its tip, clinging tempting to drop The migrant bird perching the bare tree, searching for pair tweeting and singing The snowflakes tenderly fall along the weathered quay where waves are tamed and free The listless swaying of the pine leaves stirs the spiritless white morn in the snowy moor The wishing gush of the streams chants the tenderest lullaby amidst the most challenging trek and trail The brave moon in December gracefully shows up its splendor against the web of clouds and unabated mists The slumbers is perfected beneath the cozy comforter where sighs of weariness are forgotten in its heavenly hug.. If silence is broken by my own chatter all alone I am left not appreciating the noiseless art and beauty that tap my noisy heart...