On a lovely evening
As the cooling wind was sweeping over the hot land,
I walked. I looked around-
Bare trees, leafless standing stark
Were so startling in their poise.
In their utter silence they spoke so much-
Of the spring that was yet to come,
Of the days gone that were scorching, tiresome,
That the beastly structure of wood
May be a beauty to an eye in wonder.
The rough terrain was tortuous somewhat,
And pebbles adorned the way onward-
Empty vessels make more noise,
But only empty vessels can hold what it was made for-
Yes, the pebbles were making noise
On an eerie evening when all was quiet;
I heard so much, saw so much,
Yet I missed all
When there was noise and all was light!
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