The Sound of Silence

'From silence all sounds emerge and into silence all sounds merge.' A short poem on the sound of silence.

The pealing of the bell,
The chirping of the birds,
The buzzing of the bees,
The rustling of the leaves in the trees,
The booming of thunder,
The soft fall of the snow in winter,
The noise of the rain,
The chugging of the train,
The tik tok of the clock,
An old door on which a sharp knock,
From silence all sounds pop,
And in silence all sounds drop,
Silence has its own sound,
A few sensitive hearts can hear,
And in which if one can drown,
Embraces peace so dear.

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