Me within

Every blade of grass
standing still
silence is all
that is heard

The leaves in the trees
not moving an inch
theres no rustle
no whisper

Even the water
in this lake
as clear as glass
and not a ripple

The white fluffy
clouds above
forever changing
are not today

Then, off
from the trees,
birds' flight
And million ripples
from falling leaves

Gentle breeze
and grass whispers
says, come join
the clouds, go
where they are going