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 … Continue reading Silence!

The Old Age

Sitting in the lawn with unappreciative surround
Of the various shades of green that bound around
Reflecting their vacant thoughts of
God knows what within the mind frame.
Their pain, their agony of sullen loneliness
In this ripe age of less mobility and solitude.