Voices In Silence

Solitude beckons me to sit in her company and listen raptly to the voices in silence I attentively listen to the voices in silence playing a symphony in the stillness of the day I hear the soft whistling of the wind passing whispering to me where she is going I hear the gentle rustling of leaves on the trees as they slowly sway to the blowing breeze I hear the lilting voice of a bird singing as it perch on the tree waiting for its friend I hear the croaked voices of the frogs in the pond as they leap and swim under the blazing sun I hear the moaning voice of the sea as if in pain its waves rolling white to the rocky shoreline I hear the voice of the river murmuring sleepily bidding its time to go to flow and meet the sea All these wonderful voices assailed my auditory sense solitude has afford in the moment of silence