I stand, watching the sky tinted with purple haze, A gap in the clouds opens a dreamlike gate. The wind is still. The leaves whisper old tales. Each silence is a lullaby of liLULLABY OF SILENCE By Tedotom
I stand, watching the sky tinted with purple haze, A gap in the clouds opens a dreamlike gate. The wind is still. The leaves whisper old tales. Each silence is a lullaby of life. Standing at a height to clearly see the horizon, to glimpse the sky through a great hole in the clouds, to quietly listen to the breath of heaven and earth, to watch the sunset over the lake, where a faint glimmer still lingers.