Its 3 in the morning,
Not a leaf is moving, not a soul,
Yet this silence is so deafening and life is good,
So full of din, vigor, for all I know.
Faces crowd my mind, smiles and laughter,
Love inundates the deepest of crevices,
The chirping of birds in a greet so silent,
As they catch rest on this green island.
I am forced to question myself,
And those who become sad and lose their sense,
Why in the world did I have to go,
What in this world is of utmost importance.
