Quiet Teacher

Be still, my child...

And listen to the wind

It’s been places

That you have never been

Can tell you tales

Of what is up around the bend

In the quiet...

Hear the joy

In a buds first opening

Feel the empathy

In a leaf that is falling

A cycle of life to come again

Be still my child...

And listen to

that which is within..

©January 11, 2009

Faye Sizemore

Background sequence by Roby Bar