Sometime I hide in nature,
Sometimes I dance in rain,
When no ones there to see me,
Or witness joy or pain,
I like to be alone at times,
To hear my inner voice,
I disappear in shadows,
Not of shame, but choice,
I sing when you can't hear me,
I laugh with silent, sound,
I vanish in, the wilderness,
And walk that silent ground,
I love a pond in springtime,
It's silence does abound,
A field of grass brings silence,
To souls that rage with sound,
A peaceful river, the oceans shore, A mountains rocky side,
Are all filled with silence,
And are places that I'll hide,
I'll sit there with my eyes close,
Or stare with empty gaze,
With beauty all around me,
My inner silence made.
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