The World tiptoes by
Leaving screaming and shouting behind
Songs being sung, screamed from the sky
A beat silent but not unheard
The sound of crying
Or is it laughter
Babies crying
Old men dying
And a whole lot in-between
Dogs are howling
Cats are screeching
Butterflies flying
Ants walking
And the wind rustling the trees
Tears growing sunflowers
Ocean’s roaring
Sea’s simmering
Children Learning
Adults Forgetting
Silence a price
Deafness a curse
In a world of noise
The screaming never stops
But it would hurt to be silent
As the world tiptoes by
Does it look back
Or continue with it’s silent
beat