Oh, lovely gentle silent things –
a butterfly fragile wings,
Soft shadows stealing summer sun,
The tiny creek that dares to run,
A cloud within a sky of blue
And then a rainbow smiling through.
A sunrise never makes a sound,
A crocus peeks through April ground,
And as the sun would go to rest
A quiet sunset in the West,
A silent snowflake – purest white
Adds wonder to a winter night.
The spider spins a lacy web
While tulips grace the flower bed,
Al nature lends her quiet charm
So gently tucked in Springtime arms,
Whatever else life ever brings
Give me the lovely silent things.
Garnett Ann Schultz, USA.
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