In the moments of the quiet,
In the moment before the storm you jump
Don’t talk, but whisper
In the earliest of mornings, as the dazzling beams of light
Dance across the slumber floor,
Don’t talk, but whisper
As the scarlet red moves across the sky
And the sun slowly fades to moon
Don't talk but whisper
When the fall turns to winter,
And the snow falls down in soft spindles of white
Don't talk but whisper
As the somber angry clouds roll in,
And thunder booms as light strikes the sky
Don't talk but whisper
When you watch the clumsy bee
Visit each and every flower
Don't talk but whisper
In the darkest of nights,
As you walk past the cloaked objects
In your dreams
Don't talk but whisper
When the clear indigo sky
Mixes with the black foggy ink
And everything starts to die
Don't talk but whisper
Whisper in between your moments.
Allowing the quiet to take its place.
Whisper to be noticed, but not to be heard.
Whispers keep them innocent;
to keep them from seeing anything else but, all of the quiets, the peace and the harmony.