Hushing the World

Hushing the World

Buzz, fizzle, pop, zing, and jingle

The world can't keep still a single

Moment  in our very busy

Life and it's driving me crazy

I'm teetering on my tight rope

And survival has little hope

But the crowd below screams nonesense

Which gives me even more suspense.

I start to turn red in the face

And worry that I'll lose my grace

And fall so I shout "be quiet!"

But they go on with their riot

I calmed myself and closed my eyes

And in myself, to my surprise

I found a calm,  peaceful silence

Separate from the noisy violence

Calm, empty, quiet, and silent

Problems are smaller than an ant

By: Mandy Calvin