Sometimes I feel it,
While I brood, when I sit.
Nature- who talks to me,
Who compels me to see-
And I see yet can fathom not
Secrets; she guard’s them in her bosom
Her heart that mortals can’t see,
But we feel- you and me
And isn’t it a sense sublime?
Getting lost to existence: lost to time
I finally start comprehending the language,
As I get ready to undertake the ultimate voyage-
The voyage through silence,
For silence is Nature’s presence