Echoes of Solitude
A Symphony of Silence in the Stillness of the Soul
In whispers soft, the silence speaks, A song unsung, in lonely peaks. Amidst the hush, where shadows fall, Sublime solitude enfolds us all.
No chirping birds, no rustling leaves, Just quiet grace, the soul perceives. In absence blooms a tranquil peace, Where solitude’s embrace finds release.
In this stillness, whispers rise, Echoes of dreams, beneath dark skies. A sacred pause, a moment’s grace, Sublime solitude, in this quiet space.
Though songbirds cease their joyful tune, Their absence brings a different boon. For in the silence, we find our song, A melody sweet, where we belong.
So let the silence speak its tale, In whispers soft, we shall prevail. For in the absence of songbirds’ call, Sublime solitude embraces all.
