Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features on his face recorded
He’s understood perfectly though his voice isn’t heard
By all that see him he’s greatly adored
Silence is a window through which one can look
Seeing wondrous things, but not hearing a sound
Silence is also realized in an interesting book
Where exciting stories can always be found
Silence is sitting and thinking your thoughts
No one can know whether they’re evil or good
But thoughts make up what your life has wrought
In your silent thoughts, try to think good
