Soundless Poem by Jeremy Brewer

Sitting,
contemplating life as a snow flake,
that's falling into a fire.

Melting,
slowly evaporating, becoming nothing,
before it even has a chance to begin.

Birds chirp,
hearing no sound, as their singing song,
echo's to no one.

Frozen,
where water touches the tree limbs,
like ice made in the freezer.

Soundless,
are the flames as the fire burns,
and the tree tops hiss and crackle.

Flowing,
water reaches the burning pit,
as ice melts from branches torn,

Softly,
never enough to make a sound,
as silently, fading the fire's burning light.

Desperately
echo's call is heard when darkness expands,
but no bird chirped that sound.

Forgotten,
the sight, the beauty of that moment,
as the fires crackle slowly dies.

By: Jeremy Brewer
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