The world.
Whispers.
Like the tiny
voice

Everyone has inside their

head.


The wind.


Howls



a peaceful



melody.




The bees




Hum along




And everything


comes together

ever-so perfectly.
The sun sinks low.
So low.
The trees darken.
Twilight creeps,

right along.

Keeping perfect pace,

with silence.


The water.


It tumbles and falls.



Ever-so clumsily,



among the rocks.




Stillness;



Attatched itself


Straight to the trees.


The leaves;

they dance,
to the beautiful,
melodious sounds
of the wind.
Still,
very few people,

notice how natural,


everything once was.