Quiet

 Sit. Stand.
Move. Be Still.
Listen. Just Listen.

Quiet is the wind in the trees,
leaves brushing leaves,
air brushing air.

Quiet is the birds singing,
chirping away to let
the world know they’re there.

Quiet is the insects,
whirring, chirping,
buzzing too.

Quiet is the world at rest,
from a Newtonian point of view,
always moving, never stopping.

Always changing.
Never changing.

Quiet is.
Silence is not.

Listen.

 About this poem

This poem was first published on my creative website in 2018. I wrote it shortly after I finished an internship at Bears Lodge (Devils Tower National Monument).