The Silence Beneath

The Silence Beneath

Beneath the hill where no grass grows,
Where stillness drinks what no one knows,
A hand of bone will write the day,
When sky and soul are torn away.

The silence speaks, the silence sees,
It weaves its truth through roots and trees.
Not every step will lead you far,
Some roads are born beneath a star.

When fire rains but does not burn,
The wheel will stop, the tides will turn.
A voice will rise from frozen dust,
To judge the hearts in ash and rust.

Mark the name that’s never said,
It walks among the veiled and dead.
One tear, one choice, one final sound—
The future sleeps beneath the ground.

The silence speaks, the silence sees,
Its breath is carried by the breeze.
To find the truth, you must let go—
For only those who lose will know.

It is not what you carry that matters...
It is what you leave behind.