It was pacific,
It was silent,
But the wind didn’t stop whistling.
No words uttered in the room
but my heart wildly thumping.
The morning was so still
But the flowers bloomed with a soft crispy sound.
Faint chirping of a little bird
And Tranquility around,
No, there wasn’t peace in the silence
But in the sounds which came along
I smiled, not to the stillness
But to the sweet silent song.