So conscious of the crunch of the cinder
Of the feet pounding it right under
Every step ruffling the silence,louder
The trees,the birds gaping at the two legged wonder
The delicate fabric of silence torn to shreds
Forcing nature,yet again to pick the threads
Then i looked around.....
The ants,regimental in a row
Marching noiselessly to the burrow
The birds quiet in their nests
With the little ones in tow
The kittens,huddled,at peace
Waiting for the sun to go low
Not even a complaining meow
Even the usually frisky dogs
Exchanging a silent pow-wow !
What a shattering sound
Their silence made!
Silence was their reply
To the blissfully ignorant !
Hugely embarrassed,i stopped.......
And i heard the rustle of the leaves
Or was it the whispers of Gods?
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