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Silent things

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Oh, lovely gentle silent things –

a butterfly fragile wings,

Soft shadows stealing summer sun,

The tiny creek that dares to run,

A cloud within a sky of blue

And then a rainbow smiling through.


A sunrise never makes a sound,

A crocus peeks through April ground,

And as the sun would go to rest


A quiet sunset in the West,

A silent snowflake – purest white

Adds wonder to a winter night.

The spider spins a lacy web

While tulips grace the flower bed,

Al nature lends her quiet charm

So gently tucked in Springtime arms,

Whatever else life ever brings

Give me the lovely silent things.

                              Garnett Ann Schultz,  USA.

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