Silence rolls like thunder in late spring- the deafening clap of nature's mood.... and shock waves expanding out like ripples on still pond fading to glass-top untouched surface.
Silence diminishes in depth as tense air relaxes and coolness breaks even when birds resume thought and conversation by language seen and heard.
Mesmerising moments grip elemental force creating themes subsequent development drifting to conflict resolution like a symphony in structured form where harmony is verified and melody is perfection.
Silence is quiet and nature is harmony- music is creation from sound whence kingdoms are made and flourish eternal.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers