Unspoken Poem by Sierra Evans

Just because you can't seen it, doesn't mean it's not there.

Just because you can't hear the winds silent whispers does not mean it does not speak to us.

You can't see the suns sad,
but it does weep.

You see no happy in rain,
but it does smile.

See nothing of ugly to a butterfly,
but disgusting potential is what it holds.

See no reason in animals,
but that they have.

Leaves crunch,
crack,
cripple under our feet.



They feel, too.

Trees cry to us,
rock back and forth in agony.


They sing to us, whispering wind flying through their leaves.

The hair that whips around your face in the gusts of wind,
angry gusts of wind,
it speaks to us.


Open your eyes.
See what isn't there.


Leave nothing without a voice,
a face,
a story.

Emotions.


Everything lives,
breathes,
thrives.


Nothing's left silent,
just unspoken.