The Silence

In the realm of stillness, where moments reside,
Dwells a mysterious presence, often denied.
Silence, they're called, unseen by human eyes,
Ever watching, yet overlooked, to our surprise.

In the space between breaths, where tranquility lies,
They exist, unnoticed, as time swiftly flies.
Humanity, consumed by noise and haste,
Shies away from Silence, in their frantic chase.

But oh, the wisdom that Silence holds,
In the depths of their being, untold stories unfold.
They witness our triumphs, our sorrows, our fears,
Yet we turn a blind eye, deaf to their whispers in our ears.

Silence observes the world with patient grace,
Absorbing the chaos, the laughter, and the chase.
They understand the power of words left unsaid,
And the solace found in thoughts left unspread.

In the stillness, they dwell, serene and serene,
Guiding us gently, like a tranquil stream.
Though humanity may shun their ethereal embrace,
Silence remains steadfast, in their sacred space.

So let us pause, and embrace the serenity,
To hear the wisdom that Silence imbues.
For in the space between moments, they reside,
Ever watching, ever-present, our faithful guide.