Poetry
As the Rose bud Blooms
Nature sets itself free
There is silence when great things happen. There is no noise or loud applause, When in silence a rose bud does bloom, Or a butterfly enters an empty room.
It is in silence that nature does shine, Like grapes grow to become rich wine. There is no noise, music and magical things, As the birds and peacocks flap their wings.
Silence is that magical moment in time, When creation is allowed to be itself, Safe from the views of the inquisitive, Humans who take so much and rarely give.
The red rose bud blooms to become a rose, A new born baby stretches its tiny toes. The heavens open to bathe Earth with rain, The setting Sun rises with radiance once again.
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