From the silence

Hope shall bloom

And then there shall be

  No room left for gloom

A Child’s prancing so cute

Silently peeping in the mute

Giving stealthy looks around

Picking on wisdom from surround

The flowers pleasant

the grass so green

Water them with love

Granting them a new sheen

Boredom thy name is humanness

Meditation thy trait is silence

Each to their own trait

Creating their own fate

Sikiladi