Echoing Through The Creek Poem by tenzini Tibet

Drifting with the silence breeze,
it hovers and spread across dark wood
Dampness and silence lay afar
with occasional creaking of twigs
Unending splattering of distance river
intrudes the deafening silence
Amidst this thick mist clog my view
yet I hear some humming afar
I pushed my ears hard and close my eyes
to catch the familiar sound
at some point it would get closer
but gradually fades away
it would come again
and again leave me in deja vu
I know the sound
But how, where, when did I last hear it
what was it; listen,
here it comes again,
it is clearer, it's nearer;
Oh god of almighty
This isn't any common humming;
it's a cry... deep shrieking cry
I can't bear to hear it
I pressed my ears tight yet it grows stronger
It's the cry of my fallen brothers;
last sound before they merged into fire
I could still hear it, so clear, so near;
the pain in their voice, not from the body
Spine-chilling sound; raised every bit of hair
and pierced through my heart
heat of their fire still hot at my face,
coldness in my feet, I stood aghast..!