Silence

Silent Morning

It was an eerie feeling,

what was missing,

it was a silent morning,

Summer Peak.

No dull roar sounds

of the cars and trucks,

on the road 5 miles away,

like there used to be.

The birds sounded louder

in the backyard

and that is because the

cars had stopped.

I recorded a small piece there,

In the backyard,

because I thought,

this all could change.

The birds were singing

unencumbered

by a background noise they knew.

The birds worked around

what humans gave them,

cars or not,

they did not care.

But to me then,

in my backyard,

I held the tranquil

silent morn.

Never thought that

the hills would darken,

thought the light would

ever gain in strength.

Thought the roads would gain

congestion,

ad infinitum,

forever on.

So this silent,

silent morning,

save the songbirds,

making song.

Enjoy this tranquil,

quiet moment,

Silent Morning,

Come along.