Silence
Here beneath the oak,
In the heart of stillness,
I find solace.
Nature whispers softly,
Her secrets wrapped in softly
Falling leaves,
While the world,
With its cacophony,
Fades to a shadow.
In distant echoes,
A bird’s trill breaks
The tender hushed song
Of the quiet space.
And in this stillness,
I come to know
The depth of love,
Found in the silence.

• Christopher Isherwood