Silence rolls and pillows
Beneath the trees
It gathers in the thicket like cotton
Between the calls of an owl
It settles on every branch
Between each chirp of a cricket
It collects like dew on blades of grass
It clusters about random stones like moss
Flowing through leaves in a chorus of whispers
How lonely these hills seem
These woodlands and streams
I came to walk alone
But silence follows my every step
Puddling in my footprints
Filling the empty spaces I leave behind
But there are also eyes
Hidden among the green and growing things
Curious, benevolent stares and glances
Follow my every move
I know I am not alone, really
I walk among creatures of the forest
And their brother, silence.