I'm sitting outside tonight,
It's perfectly calm,
No wind.
Just noise:
The rushing of cars
The croak and chirp
of a hundred hidden creatures.
No wind.
Clouds spread thin;
Damp air, no stars.
a few streetlights
pierce the lazy dark.
No wind
the trees arent lonely
and neither am I.
their fragile leaves
hold no memory of winds
It's never been so still;
No wind!
I've never laid, beneath
A dark and hidden moon
and enjoyed
the trees this way before;
never been so
Mesmerized by their quiet,
daunting, nothing.
never heard within them
the trumpet sound of a thousand
calling voices,
No wind to silence them.
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