At the break of silence
I hear unnatural buzzes
And man-made whims,
Bystanders making their human sound.
Earth seems to be constantly
Screaming belts of agony
And subsiding tender yelps
Of baby, systematic shrieks.
Simply, the world is still
And tender
And subconsciously
Silent.
It is not but the
Humans and man-made
Everything corrupting the earth,
Disrupting the silent, peaceful
Realm.
There are moments of pure silence
That make the bustling humans wonder
If anyone, or anything is among them.
It is not until shattering sounds
Break the natural sweetness
And leave us
Begging for silence
That we realize the earth
Is fragile
And utterly shy.