The day is bright and clear
The fluffy white clouds pass overhead
Like the gentle whisps of silvery fine gossamer upon the head of the wizened one
Shimmering in the breeze
The wizened one sits,
Atop the bridge wall
Legs crossed beneath her
With an agilty and ease that betrays her appearance
The bubbling water gurgles and rushes
Around the pebbles that block its way
Divert its flow into the distant, neverending oblivion
In the distance you can hear the roar of one-hundred-million tiny drops of water, that have left the stream, and entered the wider oblivion of the river
A river in which life changes with the seasons,
A life which passes by
The river has a life of its own
But listen closer
Can you hear it?
Close your eyes and listen,
The wizened one hears only this
And if you want to, you can too
Listen beyond the oblivion, and the noises of natures call
Listen to the Silence
That is a silence that passes us day to day
As our days merge into one
That is a silence that for many of us, never exists
That is a silence many of us forget
So when you feel that life is passing you by
When you feel that your hectic life has gotten a hold of you, and you can no longer cope
Sit with the wizened one atop the bridge wall,
And listen past the call of nature, past the oblivion
Listen to the core of your very being
Listen to the silence
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