The sounds of silence are getting harder to find
all the noise in this world is just clouding my mind.
I long for the woods where the wild things are
a clean, peaceful place minus airplanes and cars.
When life was more simple and things took more time
and cities weren’t filled with the homeless and crime.
If I’m seeking silence to nature I go
where the fresh air is sweet and my mind can go slow.
I bask in the quiet held in nature’s sweet breast
then go home refreshed with my spirit at rest.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016