A silent whisper where many find beauty

Or many find fear in the murderous intent

In Mother Nature’s eyes

A wind that carries a song no one listens to

And the unheard scream of flowers on the window sill

Where we walk, where our footsteps lay unerased

Pencil marks in the sand where words become dust again

Thinking again under the sun’s heavy beating

And the winter’s harsh sting

But yet

We find peace

I’m sure I posted this but it was stuck in my drafts