Quiteness Poem by Randy McClave

I walked into the forest
Which laid as quite as the night
With many mighty trees standing
Which blocked out the sunlight.
Quietness was all around
Serene was the only sound
Nature was fast asleep
Until I notice a falling leaf.
Were the hills there wide awake
As she has always been
And no one, not even I knew it
Except for God, and the wind.
But then I stepped upon a twig
And it cried beneath my feet,
Then I awoke the poems in the hills
Which had laid, so very, very still.

Randy L. McClave