The quiet strength of every hill,
the courage of the calmest seas;
The stoic grace of flowers gone still,
the fortitude of ancient trees.
The battered breeze that gently blows,
the silence of the earth we tread;
The wisdom of a child who knows
the meaning of words left unsaid.
The hope of every leaf that falls
to whisper on a wind gone wild;
The faith of every prayer that calls
softly though shunned and reviled.
May the power of silence set me free,
that truth will speak my words for me.
The faith of every prayer that calls! With the muse of life and love. Nice work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth speaks louder than any words. Thanks for sharing, Roann