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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