{Written in free verse, a little odd to say the keast...not very good either.)
Why is it that we need sound?
We call silence ackward after just a few moments,
Use harsh words like dead to describe it.
Are we affraid of silence?
Of eternal silence?
Are we simply used to constant comotion,
Have we grown too oblivious to appreciate it?
We look to the quite ones as outcasts,
Our eyes burning with scorn.
We fill our lives with sound,
Blocking out the peace of the world.
Turn off you life, sit under the stars.
Let the silence of night fill you.
Then after a moment appreciate what's there.
The rustle of leaves under tiny feet,
The chirp of crickets all around.
Come out on a stormy night,
Listen to the gentle rhythem of the rain,
The harsh discord of thunder,
Then, in the calm after the storm,
Again bathe in the silence.
Know that in sleep, in rest, is nothing,
Silence everywhere,
Appreciate it for the peace it gives.
Know that after death ther is nothing,
Our eternal silence, rest.
Appreciate silence for what it is
before you appreciate the sounds it gives life to.
