The Gift of Silence

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Melodious robin punctuates the hushed air

As a mild wind blows and temperatures are fair.

Branches swish and sway among the cluster of trees;

Dancing in the warm wind and the flowing breeze.

Lone owl hoots in the lazy mid-afternoon

While the day is bright and peacefulness resumes.

Crickets chirp and sing in the rosy hued twilight

Forming an unseen choir in the depths of night.

Peacefully I lay listening to the calming quietness

And am gently blessed by the gift of silence.

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