It began as a color, like
the unicorn, almost too beloved to be a part
Of anything the world might have
To offer. In daylight, starlight, in
The rain or total darkness it would race
Among the trees, across the dancing
Tall grass, twinkle on the surface of the water, and no living creature, no sighted
Creature was immune from being struck with awe.
Some say the world
Was a better place then. Silence
Was everywhere and every living
Creature, seeing creature, knew and
Recognized its beauty.
Look at how things are today.
Machines at all times everywhere
And not just in the cities, under ground and
In the sky and under water
Making sounds nobody can escape.
Some wonder why the change?
Nobody knows for sure. After
It happened there was nothing
Anyone could ask and get an answer.
They say though that silence at the
Time was tired of being seen, that it
Decided that it wanted its voice
Heard as well.
That’s how it goes, and this
Is what we have today.