Far From Heaven

All is silent, all is still
No one around to see the thrill;
Small, small light
A shadow moves
The petals move, start to sing
Wind picks up, nature's music starts
Starting at point base, feeling in the heart
Born to feel, always live the same
Never let the soul, ever be tame;
Starting to move, step by step
Slowly at first, but fast at last;
Keeping in tune, to the sound of the heart
Finishes, beautiful spin; tidy dancer starts off again;
A silent applause, for no one to hear
A feeling of gratitude from those who are near;
Still no one around, absolutely no sound
But a smile suddenly creeps while around everything sleeps.
The heart always goes what the eye always shows
Never give up that feeling you hold...

- 'Silent Sight' by Kelsey M. Musselman -