As quite as a cool winters breeze,
yet I'm as noticable as the snow that quitely
dance on top of the hightest tree leaves.
As quite as a sleeping tree without its leaves, Yet
I'm as noticeable as the bright green leaves that awaken in spring.
My words do not draw crowds, my words can't be heard for miles,
Yet I'm as noticeable as a handsome man's smile.
I'm not outspoken, I keep my feelings locked away,
where they remain unbroken,
Yet I'm as noticable as a lion running in slow motion.
I don't voice my thoughts to anyone accept on paper,
Yet I'm as noticable as a preacher reciting the morning prayer.
Quite often feelings of emotions begin taking off
like a bird of the night, unseen, unheard,
, taking my pen deep into the realm that is me,
Yet I'm as noticeable as the rain, that falls down in rythmic beats.
No standing out, No loud words, always in observation mode,
wanting to see what unfolds.
A silent poet, Who's words are shared to inspire
the world with out some of us evening knowing it.