The Sound Not Heard Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I walked past, then traipsed past,
A beautiful sound to see.
And it instead looked at me.
I didn't know what all this could be.

This sound was silent,
As silent could be,
As it's silence was beautiful,
You see.

And then I heard the roar,
Of distant thunder that eluded me before.
Then I saw, then heard the thunder,
That now before me roared.

Then I ran to the shivering daisy,
That before I could only see,
Then I heard the breeze slosh,
Then I knew how a silent sound,
Could become a true sound to cause glee.