Hush

The soft and swift and reassuring wind,
The noiseless rustling of the leaves,
Can you hear the gentle patter of the rain,
The crunching of grass on a September's eve?

The mountain, roaring with a fierce might,
The waterfall gushing with haste,
Can you hear the guppies swimming through?
So many million sounds interlaced.

The shiny corn, sprouting up,
Silky and beautiful and new,
Can you see the pumpkin patch, so bright?
The endless colours and sights, so wonderfully subdued.

The pebbled path, leading through
The forest, grim and gray,
Can you see the top, the canopy,
Where the trees seem to sway?

The slow, light sound of your own breathing,
Of your laughter, tears and misery,
Can you hear the beating of your own heart,
Of your soul - everlasting, yet so temporary?