The Sweet Sound Of Silence Poem by White Tiger

Hearing ambience
beneath the clouds
Ringing thy ears
from gathering crowds

When in the forrest, if a tree does fall
Who really hears it?If you're not there at all

Does it make a sound?When it hits the ground?
How would I know?If I wasn't around

Silence is peaceful, and can't be heard
There's a magic behind, this graceful word

All I ask for
Is a moment of guidance
A moment to hear
The sweet sound of silence.


C.vergara
01.25.2009