The poetry of silence –
words unspoken
breaths of morning in
oakened mountains whispering
Fresh drops falling from silent leaves

The poetry of silence
of morning mist caressing
oakened valleys
in a sun-kissed dawn.
And I, in canopied depths
alone in’  darkened silence
in fresh intoxicating beauty
surrounded by this magic
of overpowering majesty
this dewy dampness
its breathing in and breathing out
this breath of life
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  this silent poetry.