The Beauty of Silence

The winds and the crickets left today,
Presumably on some far-away vacation.
The leaves don't rustle, the trees stand tall,
Radiating some proud form of elation.

The grass has an unbreakable backbone,
Finally unmoving to anothers will.
The clouds are sitting rather heavy,
And the lake water is entirely still.

The world now sits patiently, listening,
But in shock, my voice fails.
Not a single thing in motion;
The silence prevails.

Today, the universe showed me,
How to appreciate small joys;
Today, great beauty was revealed,
Through a simple lack of noise.