The Silence He Heard

In Brighton town where sea winds blow,

A man walked slow where seagulls go,

He heard the waves, the rustling trees,

The whispered truths upon the breeze.

He watched the crowds all talk and shout,

Yet none could hear the silence out—

The Earth, she sang a quiet tune,

Beneath the sun, beneath the moon.

So lips he sealed, no words to spend,

He vowed to pause, to let it mend.

Not out of grief, nor prideful stance,

But hope that silence might give us a chance.

To hear the soil, the winds, the rain,

The aching world, the quiet pain—

And maybe then, in hush profound,

We’d find the peace that can’t be found in sound.