The Sound of Silence

Its utterance permeates the dense Air. As a monarch butterfly flaps its Delicate wings, without a single Care, the Gregorian chant Dissipates, slowly, metamorphosing into the Lair, where a cub is nestling against the lion, A mother nursing her young, Fair-skinned son, similar to The road to Zion, Rare and scarce to find a minute disturbance There. The sonic waves Have been temporarily interrupted by this Mare, galloping to and fro, everywhere, and Nowhere is found, one isolated sound. Do you Dare, to end this golden browning of harmonious Flares, in the celebration of sweet silence? Do not let this occurrence pass by, Unaware.