Silence

Pure silence in the trees and the hills and the summer clad forests;
The winds and the silver-moon wolves.
Pure silence within and without the river's soft flow;
The quietness that lay steep upon the banks.

Pure silence like garnishing on a tired tree top
Tossed by the wind and the skies.

Pure silence sings its song much louder than any other

So much so

That pure silence is almost -

Almost but not completely -

Beautiful.