Stillness

In somber silence of my mind,  stillness in the knowing I’m alive.

In thought that glorifies, what is never really still.

The night creatures stir their portion in the night~

Toads do their croaking,  making their own songs heard,  while the owl hoots,  and night bird songs come to life.

I hear beating wings on the breeze,  as the cricket plays sweetly,  in the night.

There is  really no somber silence,  as we all know,  nothing is still…

C. Burgess (c)

 

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