Is it the deep, sound of silence
That I have now, began to abhor?
Knowing well, that the dawn of tomorrow,
Will be softly, tapping, at my door,
While I stay, praying, in my silence,
Please, my Lord, please, say no more.
I'll not write of snakes or fleas,
As I prefer the birds and bees.
Nature provides all with many a thing,
Some with beauty and some that sing.
The color we see, in the morning light,
That disappears in the darkest night,
As life goes on, a single item.
It's a great World, ad infinitum.