am I the only one
to feel the calmness
of this forest
the trees,birdsong,wind
blowing
please
don’t shout, don’t yell
stop the hollering
Tis no slave song you sing
you shout in anger not in
pain
you fellows arguing with
each other
there is a better
way
come here and rest with me
gather in the shade
gaze out over
The valley below
let the answers find there way
do you hear the flowers
crying
asking you to
stop
can you feel the
rustle
of the breeze
trying to cool you
off
why are you shouting
out here
amongst my friends
there are no enemies
lower you guard, lay
down in the grass
my friend
let the pasture move you past
to the place out here
where
sound carries
come walk with me
and see
the trees will swallow you
in this ,sacred
Sanctuary
follow me into
This hollow
a cocoon of silence
Leave behind, the cacophony of
noise and
voices of frustration
I speak the truth
nothing else matters
leave your worries
walk with me
Snassano 09-07-07
just listen, we would hear. We live in a
world of much chaos and need a sanctuary.
Great message Stan.
Myrna
Soft and natural this is. But I was already sitting here so still and quiet you didn't even notice me. Best to ya.
Walt
Susan
Your poem speaks of wonderful silence and peacefulness. I admire how softly you made a statement against shouting.
Softly,
Kathy
Dan
thanks for the walk,, Christine
Love,
Chanti Lace xo