Is a word that is seen and not said.

Is a feather fluttering to the earth.

Quiet as a seed of fluff that floats through the air.

Silence is louder than a cannon before a powerful army.

The blind knows the silence of the night.

The deaf knows the permanence of peace.

The mute knows the labor of a silent word.

An unspoken word of terror and delight.

Silence is a snowflake resting on a blade of grass.

Or a drop of water running down a window pane.

Silence is a massive tree birthing in the ground.

Or it is quiet as a lazy warm afternoon.

Silence is a malevolent thought.

A soul that is screaming in terror.

Or a thought of sublime love.

Glacial and serene as the sun quietly rises above the horizon.

Silence is a learning tool.

A learning that transcends time.

Silence is power.

A power that is both covert and truthful.