Can We Hear It
Welcome
Another week has slipped by and we are closer to spring and guess who is grinning here in Alberta Canada.
Welcome and lets take a moment to quiet our hearts and take in the sights and sounds all around us.
How often to we step back and pay attention to the environment we are in. This thing they call white noise that closes in us and we are not even aware of it after a while. Give me the sound of complete silence sitting along a mountain valley and I will show you peace.
Come along as I attempt another poem of my babbling... cuddle in close and enjoy each other... know that you are dearly loved...
Can we Hear
Listen to the sound
From all around
It is quiet yet loud
Covered in shroud.
It is called silence
We close it out
With noise all about
We have trouble hearing
Our noise is searing.
It is noise
To sit on the hillside
And watch the hawk glide
We miss far to much
We have lost touch.
It is called silence
The car that just passes
And fills air with gasses
With bass thumping for blocks
May cause own buildings to rock.
It is called noise
Man comes and goes
While Aura Borealis give a show
Her beauty and splendour
To all who are tender.
It is called silence
Silence is golden
For those who are holding
To the timeless gift of beauty
Grasp hold of her, it is our duty.
It is called Love
© Rolly A. Chabot
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