Hands on the keyboard and heart in the sky
I consider the elements and clouds passing by
Soundings so silent and soundings so loud
All of the universe is like a large crowd
Behind all the silence and behind all the dew
Voices so beautiful and refreshing: its true
Tiny little plantlets and enormous large trees
Everything is so beautiful; so says, the breeze....
Quieting the worries and soothing the fears
Colors of creation is overriding the years
Of worry and wonder and the awful dispute
Silence is the healer of the hurts most acute
So plunge into the awesomeness: the beautiful array
Of Creation's own remedies...all on display
It wont cost you anything and not even a check
Just discipline and silence..and nothing high tech..