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When everything is so quiet

only the bird calls break the silence

a crows cacophony smudged in distant
counterpoint to salmon lilted

brush strokes of humble recognition.

Crickets sing creations  united heart beat as

blue trees climb like spidery extensions

to hazy clouds blossomming in tranquility.

A final wink catches the fallen leaves

As golden tendrils lisp through

shade grey whisps of tender cream across the bay.

Pastelled in emerging solemnity the

softening fiery kindness,

with constraining majesty,

seeks harmony in this humility and

in tender submission offers joy to its creator.

Three stars,

soulful spices and rising prayful incense.

I hear the silence

hidden by his power

searched by his compassion

and found in His beauty.