Lets learn to listen to quiets song,
Its like cats purr whose tail is long,
He is a sleeping fluffy child,
And purr is peaceful, calm and mild.
Sometimes quiet makes a doleful tune,
The rain helps it in March or June,
The wind lays still the second part,
But tries to rend the humans heart.
The other day quiet jokes with cars,
And calls that rock or maybe jazz,
Its noise is pleasant to the town
Which wears such a bustling crown.
Quiet sings, and knocks, and sounds, and rings,
It hurries, troubles, blows and swings.
I am afraid and this is strange
That quiet will be a silent range.