Silence Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

The sun and moon move in silence,
Butterflies are never heard,
Flowers grow and no sound is made,
And the air says not a word.

A cup of tea sits quiet and still,
Not a sound does a tear make,
Shadows dance and shimmer quiet,
And no one hears a snowflake,

Pictures in a scrapbook,
Stare silently back you see,
And wheatfields sway in golden hue,
As silent as can be.

No one hears the grass grow,
Or trees in natures wood,
The sun that greets the morning,
Would rise up in song, if it only could.

Snow white clouds float gently by,
Their movement so profound,
While darkness comes in silence,
And moonlight makes no sound.

A smile, a wave, a moments thought,
These silent things abound,
So silence can be golden,
You just have to look around.

Richard Netherland Cook