Birth in silence...

When the earth gives birth to plants, and trees,
There is no sound, but silence:
A green or brown thrust
In silence from ground
Firmly hold and nurture by the roots
our births is not like trees, or the flowers
It does not come in silence
Through our lives
We live quiet and...
Most lives run riot-
But the rose buds open silently,
And leaves fall quietly
And flowers give way to fruits.
So we must see
We must hear
so we must search
for the stillness within tree,
The silence and prudence within the roots...