Question
In silent rhythms, answers bloom.
No words are needed, none are found,
In silence, health’s secrets sound.
A hungry child pulls your hand,
Her question clear, no need for plans.
No words are needed, none are found,
In silence, love’s echoes resound.
When answers lie beyond our speech,
In silence, truths we often reach.
Is that why he keeps his peace,
In silence, questions find release?