Silence

The occasional roaring of four hundred horsepower nearby.
The smell of a freshly peeled orange.
Birds chirping in the distance.
The feeling of laziness on the mossy grass of heaven.

A beautiful Thursday evening.
Not too cold, not too windy.
Not too busy in the week.
The warm, refreshing sun on my back.

A bright summer evening.
Two's company.
We talk of war and love,
Of politics and prose.

The fluttering of butterflies,
The scurrying of squirrels.
This picture, this picture is too vivid,
To describe by words,
To capture on film.

This moment is so pure, so perfect.
Wish time would stay still,
For me,
To take everything in.

I take in a breath, 
Of fresh, earthen air.
This silence is beautiful,
The silence of the soul.