It's Never Quiet Poem by Kale Beaudry

Listen to the rooster's call, awakening at dawn and dew,
Listen to the flatland breeze, as fresh as love anew,
Listen to the dust kicked up, so startling and true,
A never-ending stream reflecting sky so baby blue.

Listen to the water flow, a crescendo over rock,
Listen to the drinking doe; innuendo, silent talk,
Listen to the autumn leaf, falling graceful from the stalk,
A never-ending path that only insane man could walk.

It's never quiet.

Listen to the voices boom, vibration in the air,
Listen to the noises bloom, salvation without care,
Listen to the clouds move in, your doubt with sudden flare,
A never-ending storm that shouldn't ever seem so rare.

Listen to the avalanche - the stone tumble, shake,
Listen to the earth collide in submissive final quake,
Listen to the screams, the cries, in Hell's climatic break.
Listen to the bells chime twice in bishop's lonely place,
Listen to the children weep as parents change their pace,
Listen to the lost unloved who never had a taste,
Listen to the mirror's face every time you want to change,
For your never-ending thoughts are only a step away.

Listen to the sunfire fade, replaced by candlelight,
Listen to the grassy glade, embraced in naked sight,
Listen to the mass He made, for love and hate alike,
and listen to the peace and quiet instilled by silent night.

Never, never
quiet.