Silent Ground

Walking on this dusty trail,

Brown earth beneath my feet,

A calm, flat surface where stories dwell,

Silent stories, discreet.

A flat brown area, quiet and free,

Holding secrets beneath the surface,

A simple canvas for you and me,

An endless, humble purpose.

No hills to climb, no peaks to see,

Just a gentle, worn-out ground,

In its stillness, it holds the key,

To peace, profound.

So here’s to the humble, quiet space,

Where life quietly grows,

A flat brown area, a peaceful place,

Where the gentle river flows.