Why Nature Is Always Silent

Except in summer and early winter Sounds of weeping and shouting I hardly hear from her Through lighting, thunder and rain That she sometimes thinks of unloading emotion In this humble way and then goes into long silence Lest she might hurt her children in peace and stress And until the downing of notes of rain again That if so she wishes to roll on in days between She goes serenely silent, serenely silent For she is a philosopher, thinker and a great saint How fair she looks when she is awake While waves after waves of violence follow to break Her in the face of many a fierce, barbaric and passionate note Of noises civilisation after civilisation without remorse and regret Inflicts her upon and she bears down with patience and compassion And how fair she looks when she is asleep while stars and the moon look on I listen and gaze only to find her being reigned by a strange silence Like a shy lady who always loves to stay in guise Of a newly-wed bride And we love now and again to peep in her abode Of eternal beauty matchless throughout this universe Hidden so deep our mortal eyes through can't see Bridled audacity coupled with imposing simplicity Christen her amongst the immortals as the mother only Whose children she counts As her graceful ornaments Wearing them she looks so gorgeous And losing them she looks so cheerless Flushed with the pride of a skilled workwoman She is seen Consummating this earth a paradise Silently amidst streams and hills Woods and meadows, flowers and thorns, Ocean and sky wherever we see and meet our footsteps O beautiful dear nature With calm surprise I wonder what you are Your elegance, grace and loveliness No less a model you look when you are afoot with green shoes and a cap bluish Wandering jasmine and honeysuckles And rocks and clover fields In pensive reverie That I stand awed and am at my wit's end to see But your silence that you carry along with you always Haunts me day and night like a shadow not turning to sunrays And wherein I see there lies a bit of sadness And in sadness silence Is it your children defying your admonition so mild Being impetuous and unbridled? Or is it the commotion resulting from violence that your children Inflict upon you time and again? Or is it your children forswearing the divinity? For they are living in an age of science as the sovereignty Or is it the wickedness of some That causes flowers droop at prime? Whatever it may be I find time To take peace home While watching your fairy hands Transforming a bud into a flower in silence And woods naked and meadows grassless Come alive and fresh With verdant robe and velvet green As if donned by your delicate hands unseen And to sustain youthfulness ever You bring seasons successive as if spring now or never And there is grandeur in every event That you bring fills my heart with great delight And all in silence happen The bird so full of life alone Carols in the woods and the flower at morn Unfolds its beauty alone in my garden And the trees unfold their Buds in mysterious hour And the stream hurrying away where to as silent as a winter's night And I might forget myself but not a waterfall like that As walking hundred miles with a lonely rain And down the path come the wind like a wolf howling and moaning all alone And the sea could I but wonder Your blue depths cold and silent and how deep you are And the stars how wondrous is your silent speech That I love so much watching you twinkle is my ache O my dear nature I am speechless My head goes down and down for you in reverence And it seems your silence is nothing But solitude from where comes vitality, life and our healing What can I say And what can I do for you but pray That when I shall be cold, silent and withdrawn Make me a flower in your garden And a star in heaven From where I shall be lighting you and your children Forever And forever