THE SONG OF SILENCE

Songs of the darkness sing to me
Strange songs in a strange land
I hear the wind in the trees
And wonder what you would sing to me
Below the river flows
And in the lake the birds are resting
I hear again in my mind the song of the birds
In the morning they will sing again
But even they do not sing in the darkness
I listen more
The silence envelops me
I become one with the silence
And it becomes its own song