Quietly

Something different...

Drops of rain

Fall soundessly past the window pane.

A single sprout 

Works tireslessly upward through layers of dirt,

Breaking the surface of the soil

To surprise the planter...

An old man in his apartment

Is watching his favourite show.

He leans back to rest his eyes,

 Enjoying the theme music

And softly breathes his last...

Somewhere else,

A babe is born...

Winter passes into spring,

Then spring to summer,

Summer transitions into fall

And back again...

And life goes on 

...quietly.

And change happens 

...quietly.

You live out your days

With your nose to the grindstone

And wake up one day

To find things are different.

So the world turns

...quietly.

...And that's the way it goes...