Monday, April 25, 2011

Quiet

Quiet is the night
When there is no fight

Quiet is the mouse
When it's curled up in its house

Quiet is the sunrise
As it rises in the skies

Quiet is the butterfly
Flying gracefully through the sky

Quiet is the first snow
With its beautiful flow

Quiet is the infant sleeping
Mother a silent watch is keeping.

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