The Language of Silence

In the stillness of the night,

Amidst the quiet hum of life,

There is a language that we hear,

A tongue that speaks without a word.

It whispers on the wind so soft,

And echoes in the emptiness,

It sings a song of peace and calm,

A melody we can't suppress.

It speaks of things we cannot see,

Of dreams that lie just out of reach,

It tells of secrets never told,

And lessons we have yet to teach.

This language of the silent kind,

Is more than words could ever be,

It speaks of love, of hope, of truth,

And all that we could ever need.

So listen well when all is still,

And hear the language of the night,

For in the quiet, we will find,

A world that's pure, serene and bright.