Silence

It's golden they say,

Overwhelming you at first,

But gradually bringing you peace.

The soul knows the language like no other,

Silence.

Sometimes a much needed respite,

Like a short vacation,

Healing you and launching you forth.

Silence.

And then one day, the words burst forth,

Like the first spring flowers after a snowy winter,

Bringing color to the white,

Movement to the still air.